Frank

It's the voice of Frankenstein's Monster

FRANK

Burn me and bury me

Burn me till there is nothing left, burn every last inch, then place me in a small box.

Bury me in pressure points and serrated edges that snag my soul so that I can’t seek revenge.

Burn me for breathing.

The geography of my body is brail horror novel written in
cross hinged brass needles,

Dis-jointed gears,

Twisted stitches,

And tightly wound copper wires, that run through my hand-me-down limbs.

My mother took on my father’s name of science

Over her maiden name of abomination.

 I can still feel static pinching the small points in my lips,

left after the curves of a sky sprawling with lighting kissed life into my body.

The fire that was light inside of me seared the skin of my neck onto

 the rusted bolts that canopy my collarbones.

My first breath was through withered lungs and decomposing lips.

If he was god,

Then I was Adam.

Bury me because I am you,

The compiled memories that belonged to the people

Who once claimed the limbs I call my own,

 lay in strange places,

Waiting for me to stumble upon them. 

Like a child finding lost plastic treasures or shells on the beach,

I don’t know where they come from,

 or who they belong to,

 all I know is that there somehow a piece of me

 and that I will never fully understand why.

Standing in flames,

 I can look down from this crumbling wind mill

And say with certainty 

That the last time a piece of me stood on the edge of everything 

it was counting to three rather than down from ten.

Ten seconds, that’s all I have left to suffer

One, burn me

Two, bury me

Three, burn every last inch

Four, bury me because my sins are yours recycled

Five, burn me because my skin is stretched, spotted, and rotted

Six, bury me for disproving God by existing.

Seven, burn me for being a monster

Eight, bury me in an unmarked grave because I looked for answers

Nine, burn me for breathing

Ten, bury me because I am you.

Reviews

[Jack...]

A collection of assorted lives, pasts, befores, memories, and forgottens all flooded with the pain of the horrors done before I was. Send your lightening strong and bring me energy to carry the fruits and failures of everyone who is now gone long ago to gather in this fashion and become me. I may burn, but I shall live forever...it lives!
Nice work.