Frankenstein

A poem about veins and love, maybe.

rip my veins out of my body

sew them deep into your skin

take my eyes as blue rimmed glasses

take my lungs out for a swim

When you die dear, I’ll be waiting

until death shall do us part

keep me wired into your bloodstream

lock hands ‘round my beating heart.

Author's Note

Whatever you think (:

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Vividly cabalistic

Great Read

Matthew

[ellasnotebook]

Thank you, I appreciate it (:

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome

Matthew