Modern Prometheia

Elsa Lanchester, Bride of Frankenstien

i sit
coffee, cigarettes and stagnant life thick in the air around me.

And i look
Deep into a silent storm whipping and swirling under my flesh.

Where i see

 i am battered, fractured, stitches too pulled apart to move.

But I KNOW,

at the mercy of myself,

amidst the shrapnel of who I have built,

as a configuration of the pieces 

                                         I was given,

                                             I am.

Creator and controller of this creature,
Assembled
From a hundred voices

Filled with thoughtless censure

and ignorant cruelty,

I AM. 

© H. Newberry 2014