Fia's Frankenstein  Experience

This is my masterpiece
I have poured my heart and soul into this  
I must hand this in  
The pounding in my chest will not cease
 
Every metaphor
Every juxtaposition
Was executed with  
A precise description
 
She is going to hate it.
That witch of a woman
Who gave her power
I believe she is not human
 
She wields that red pen.
Like it came from hell
Burning every word
Slashing through with that demon quill
 
I feel sick
The deadline is today
I can go to the doctor
Get a note so I can stay away.
 
Now I feel hot and cold
Even from a distance  
She is sucking out my soul
 
I can do this
Anxiety be damned
There is a bathroom across the hall
I pray no one is in the stalls.
 
I looked at it one more time
And pleaded that this would survive
I did not hear the raven today
Maybe this one will live; I hope and pray
 
You see words come to life.
The minute it is written down
It breathes as you write the line
Like Mary Shelly  wrote in Frankenstein
 
Here I go
With a quick pace
I’ll give it to her  
As I stare at her in the face
 
I may be twelve
But I stand by my work
Who am I kidding
That red pen is going to hurt.