Literary Frankenstein

A is for anxious bubbles in my brain.

Bursting on the walls of my vertebrae.

Cacti-heart pricking everything in its way.

Decorating the living room of my conscious with frames of disillusionment.

Echoing thoughts of insecurity, bouncing off the halls are whispers.

Fertile minds projecting through the cracks of their mirrors.

Growing pains injected lies in my lips.

Helter skelter, disorder and shame.

Invading my plains.

J is for justice, orchestrating it’s perfect fate.

Kidneys groaning in its graveyard of stones.

Lucid water starting to brine in my bones.

Mad scientist in the clouds,

Nails keeping the covenant pinned to his vows.

Organ donors sharing the members of their bodies,

Poetry and love flow back into my arteries.

Quickening every thought, taming the feral monster of shame;

Resuscitating literacy from the grave.

Sculpting the art in my gallery,

Tale bearing fools evacuate the residence of my mentality.

Undressing me whole.

Victory dances in the chambers of my soul!

Windows of my eyes, finally remove the blinds of my pride.

X-rays of my heart revealed the pricks came apart.

Yielding to the new shelter of my mind; gates of iron, a mortal

Zion.