The Bride of Frankenstein
The Lightning-Haired Bride Disclaimed
Born of lightning, doomed to scream.
They built me for a mate, but gave me no say. I opened my eyes to a cage of men and their hopes. The Monster looked at me, I looked away. That was the end of everything. Now I am only this: a jolt of life denied its peace.
What I'm Into: crackling coils, bandages that itch, the Monster’s silence, screaming into dark, pretending to breathe
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