Frankenstein

sunlight so foreign

he prefers the dark

what it means to be human

escapes him

 

a creature, a beast, a chimera

he creeps, crawls, slithers,

through the cracks of society

 

a phantom, a ghost, a ghoul

transparent, invisible, floating

through the city haunting

the abandoned streets

 

his cave his only refuge

a black hole pulling him deeper

into the emptiness

day by day becoming more alien

 

estranged from his species

speaking the same language

but communicating in different tongues

 

their glances like pitchforks

poking, prodding, stabbing,

a monster desperately avoiding banishment

from the village mob

 

no next of kin

his death will go

unnoticed