Frankensteins fetid heart

 

We were so young,

inspires images

of flowers on a bright day,

but gravesides by dead light,

is a better fit, they would

later say.

 

You said you'd

hand your heart,

if I'd change.

 

So, I did.

 

I removed every

emotion that day.

I tore them into cobwebs

and threw them into the wind,

also discarding the glimpses

of sunlight

that weaved

through me.

 

I shaved my head,

those long locks

now left matted

on barbershop tiles.

All that mattered, I thought,

was to be in your whirlpool

as it swirled me up.

 

But this was not enough.

 

Your own distrust,

and those evil looks.

The words that cut. I severed

connections to all that I loved.

But still I was never

a dish you'd serve up.

I was left in the kitchen

with the flies feasting on me.

 

So, then I started to cut.

 

I removed my nose, replaced it

with one that you chose, I chiselled

at my cheekbones,

until they were sunken

and I was left bruised

and bleeding, I removed my skin,

and sewed it into something better fitting,

something you'd be willing

to be seen sitting with in a daydream.

 

But it wasn’t enough.

 

So, I removed

every day

that I'd laughed,

 

replaced them with

memories

implanted

in my head.

 

Then you said,

that I wasn’t the person

you fell in love with.

I was left just

 

a fetid heart

gurgling under

the spotlight.