light flickers from the

dirty dusty work bench

as a man hovers,

hunched over a large black mass

he turns and I see

his yellow stained lips and

red viened eyes

“Igor, is that you?”

the snarl of my name on his twisted lips

it hurts

“Master”

I call

softly

like the white petaled rose

I saw this morning

“It is time, Igor”

His breath hits my face

and the stench of the bench

continues to bring tears to my eyes.

I walk to the machine and flip the switch

His eyes glare in madness as

he stares at the large black  mass

“Igor, Stand back”

I hear a howl and a sharp scream

grating my fingernails and teeth

“It’s alive, Igor!!!”

He scrambles closer and peers down

In one swift movement

The blackness fills my vision

and I knew

no more.

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This poem is inspired by the 2019 Monster She Wrote, Prompt Challenge: Day 1 Frankenstien by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. Photo by 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝙍 𝙀 𝙀 𝙑 𝙀 𝙎 on Unsplash.

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.