Frankenstein’s Mistress

[ChristopherSea]

edit 6/final?

Frankenstein’s Mistress

I did not fabricate this monster;
it was already inside you, crawling
beneath your skin. I watched you stalk
trust before knifing it on an evening stroll.
I couldn't stem the glut of denial
spilling on the walkway
through my fingers.

My suspicions arose
with each trip into town. Men stared
at you, their eyes incensed,
faces grimacing, as if stricken
by a neural malady. I realize now
they were reliving the scourge
prior to your exile,
before you latched onto me.

From your smirk, I surmised
that others gulped down
your honeydew words
and alluring glazed lines
that you serve again and again. Intoxication
blinded them to your warped nature
behind the body that's all curves.

I imbibed at first,
but have fought off
the addiction; your lips, your hips
no longer have sway. You must leave
my home to find another host,
a new junkie.

Better hurry darling,

angry villagers with torches and pitchforks
are storming the driveway.


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tectak/crow/Brownlie/bbcd edit 5 Thanks folks!

Frankenstein’s Mistress

I did not fabricate this monster;
it was already inside you, crawling
beneath your skin. I watched you stalk
trust before knifing it on an evening stroll.
I couldn’t stem the glut of denial
spilling on the walkway
through my fingers.

My suspicions about you swelled
with each trip into town. Men stared
at you, their eyes incensed,
faces grimacing, as if stricken
by a neural malady. I realize now
they were reliving the scourge
prior to your exile,
before you latched onto me.

From your smirk, I surmised
these others gulped down
those honeydewed words
and alluring glazed lines
you serve. Intoxication
blinded them to your warped nature
behind the body that's all curves.

I imbibed, but fought
the addiction; your lips, your hips
no longer have sway.You must leave
my home to find a another host,
a new junkie.

Better hurry darling,

angry villagers with torches and pitchforks
are storming the driveway.




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tectak/crow/Brownlie edit 3&4 Thanks again bl and crow

Frankenstein’s Mistress

I did not fabricate the monster;
it crept into my life
wearing your skin. I witnessed
trust become your victim,
knifed on an evening stroll.
I couldn’t stem the glut
of denial spilling on the walkway
through my fingers.

My suspicions were amassing
with each trip into town.
Men fixated on you,
their eyes incensed,
faces inanimate, as if stricken by
an unnamable malady. I realize now
they were reliving your scourge.

From your smirk, I surmised
that many others gulped down
your honeydewed words,
devoured those alluring glazed lines
that you serve. Intoxication
blinded them to your warped nature
behind a body that's all curves.

I imbibed,
but fought addiction;
obsession failed to root.
I shall continue to endure,
while you must leave my home
to find a another host,
a new junkie.

Better hurry darling,

angry villagers with torches and pitchforks
are storming the driveway.


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tectak/crow/Brownlie edit 2 Thanks again

Frankenstein’s Mistress

I did not create the monster,
it crept into my life with you. I watched
trust become your victim,
knifed on an evening stroll.
I couldn’t stem the glut
of self-denial spilling on the walkway
through my fingers.

My suspicions amassed
with each excursion into town.
Men incessantly staring at you,
their eyes incensed,
faces inanimate, as if stricken
by an unnamable malady.

From your smirk, I surmised
that many others gulped down
your addictive cocktails
of honeydew words,
devoured those alluring glazed lines
you serve for desert. Intoxication
blinded them to the warped nature
behind the body that was all curves.

I imbibed,
but fought addiction.
Obsession failed to root.
I shall continue to endure,
while you are the one who must flee
to find a new host,
an alternative junkie. Better pack
your bags quickly darling.

Angry villagers with torches and pitchforks
are coming up the driveway.

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tectak/crow/Brownlie edit 1 Thank you

Frankenstein’s Mistress

I did not create the monster,
it came with you. I watched
trust become your victim,
knifed on an evening stroll.
I couldn’t stem the glut
of self-denial spilling on the walkway
through my fingers.

My suspicions amassed
with each excursion into town.
Men incessantly staring at you,
their eyes incensed,
faces inanimate, as if stricken
by an unnamable malady.

From your smirk, I surmised
that many others gulped down
your addictive cocktails
of honeydew words,
devoured those alluring glazed lines
you serve for desert. Intoxication
blinded them to the warped nature
behind the body that was all curves.

I imbibed,
but fought the addiction.
Obsession failed to root.
I shall continue to endure,
while you are the one who must flee
to find a new host,
an alternative junkie. Better pack
your bags quickly darling;

Angry villagers with torches and pitchforks
are coming up the driveway.

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Frankenstein’s Mistress

Trust was your first victim,
knifed on an evening stroll.
A single thrust to the kidney
induced instant shock
before the fool was lost
to us forever.

My suspicions first arose
when we drove into town.
The men would incessantly stare
at you from beneath
their automaton masks,
through berserker eyes.

From your smirks, I surmised
that they too gulped down
your contagious cocktails
of honeydew words,
your toxic desserts served
in thin glazed lines,
all the while knowing your body
was all curves,
your nature contoured.

I imbibed, but was not infected.
Parasitism failed to find foothold,
my adaptive immunity
victorious. I shall continue
to endure, while you must flee
to find a new host.

Better pack your bags quickly
darling, angry villagers
with torches and pitchforks
are coming up the drive.