Victor’s reflection

He walks as though the floor might shift,

not from fear,

but from learning the weight of 

each new step.

A face assembled from borrowed futures,

caught in the glow of laboratory lamps

that promise more than they can hold.

The maker watches,

hands still warm from the work,

unsure whether to greet or retreat.

Outside, the night presses close.

Inside, a figure studies the room,

testing the air,

finding a way to stand without apology.

No verdict is offered.

Only the quiet fact of two figures

sharing a space neither expected to keep.

.

Reviews

[FlatDaddy]

Now this is quite different for you, Bricky. Very unusual; makes me think you fell asleep while watching the late night horror telethon, all the old ones with Karloff and friends, and it drove you to pick up your pen. I like it, though.

[redd Brick Keshner]

You read that well! I was immersed in one of the most recent takes on Mary Shelley’s masterpiece and it dragged with it decades of unarticulated feelings🙏🏻🕊️

[FlatDaddy]

I figured it was either that or my first marriage.

[redd Brick Keshner]

A reminder of youth🙏🏻🕊️