Frankenstein's Apprentice

Lives created between blue spaces...
copulation of mind and pen
now crumpled inside a wooden coffin,
once their birthplace,
to be discarded into a graveyard of lost notions
Red lines strike through black lines
executing their existence,
or maybe just killing them briefly
so they might simply be born again; ah, yes, born again
I sift through graves to revive bodies I deem fit
as to give them life once more
and allow them to live among pages of immortality
Author's Note
My process of revision.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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