- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Hollow Woman
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Cloth covers the cavity
Once home to a beating force
Now hollow
Held upright by a steelwork frame
Frankenstein's latest creation
The woman without a heart
Light that once shined so clear
Now sickly dim and sullen
Pains the metal form
The muddy yellow rays
Seep from tattered dress's seams
Still moist from the grave's cold soil
She lifts her hands to cover it
And bows her head in shame
What happened here, she wonders
When last she slept she knew herself
To awaken now in this horror of a tower
A stranger to the mirror
The good doctor pats her cold shoulder
And congratulates them both
Awash in the glory of creation
Tears do not fall from her too dry eyes
But the ache remains
Ghost pains, Frankenstein easily explains
- COMMENTS
Esperanza_Hidalgoover 13 years agoIt's kinda kewl, but I had to read it a few times. Ghost pains remain, even without a heart. Gotcha.
vrosej10over 13 years agoI can't figure out whether this is a tale or a metaphor but it's well written.
