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Frankenstein, mon amour
I was born from death.
I was created from the remnants of corpses,
resuscitated by the contraption of a demented dreamer,
who conjectured that reanimation was possible and
necessary; that immortality should not be the selfish
realm of God.
I was designed without regard to aesthetics, but rather
stitched together as a hideous parody of that which is
human, an ugly facsimile. yet it was the mighty magical
spark from God’s own domain that animated me; great
streaming bolts of His fire that gave me life. therefore,
since I was made by heaven, I must be beautiful.
yet mankind, in its dubious wisdom, has reduced me to
outcast. It is they who worship the things that are beautiful,
and dishonor, seek to destroy, those things that they label
as ugly. you men! you monsters!
in my confusion and my disdain, I sought the shelter of the
wilderness. I wandered into a place of fragrant flowers and
majestic trees, forest animals who recognized that I would
do them no harm. and I felt akin to this splendor, a connection,
for which I have no name.
then I came upon a little girl sitting in the grass, and I hesitated,
that I might frighten her. but she was not afraid; instead, she
offered me a flower. I took the flower, and I touched her hand,
and I wept. oh my God, I wept!
mankind, you must consider this little girl your savior. were it
not for her, I would burn this world to the ground!
were it not for her…
Published 6th Mar 2014
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6th Mar 2014 11:05am
Omg such exquisite talent was sincerely moved by every word . You are a wonderful writer your words are so honest and heartfelt love it . Muaahhh.
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Anonymous
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6th Mar 2014 2:13pm
He threw her in the water as a flower too... to bad she couldn't swim... I love this sad story and your reflection of it is riveting. Awesome writing, John*
7th Mar 2014 3:22pm
You brought tears to my eyes. This piece was tender and painful. You are truly gifted.
8th Mar 2014 11:32pm
Men are monsters at times, but love blooms in unlikely meadows. Wonderful writing.
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