Re-creating Frankenstein's Monster

I'm terrified of horror movies.

I hate the zombies, vampires, and werewolves.

But what scares me more than the supernatural, are human beings. 

Because there is no possibility that they are not real.

They are everywhere. 

 

Face, the mask.

Organs, pumping the machine. 

Thoughts, the blueprints of actions. 

The Brain, the controller. 

 

The Brain, soaked in those thoughts, 

electricity buzzing and shocking those thoughts and ideas into life. 

Like Frankenstein's monster. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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