Written by Andrew Attebery
Frankenstein
You cracked me open like a blasphemous volume
convinced there was no solving the puzzle
every missing piece merely a defect
you couldn’t bring yourself to find or see
even though they completed the picture
but if my heart broke each time
someone took the time to ignore it
it’d look like Frankenstein’s monster
stitched together and swaddled in bandage
left to run from the savage villagers
with their pitchforks and torches
and I never needed you to love me
to offset how much I managed to hate myself
there was no balance to strike or
light you could add to my darkness
monsters are seldom wary of scary attics or
forbidden forest roads
they know it's the only path that leads to home