FOWC with Fandango —Child
I stitched myself together
from the remains of my childhood self
Doctor Frankenstein has nothing on me!
I was focused, driven insane by ambtion
to make something out
of nothing.
I have been asked:
Why use that face?
It’s damaged-it lacks character beauty its crooked and lopsided- its enough to give anybody nightmares.
Look at those hands- misshapen, bent, graceless – don’t touch me with those things!
Short, squat- I don’t know where that body came from- Mother was tiny and petit Grandmother was tall – she had dancers legs and everyone wanted to take her picture.
The voice, oh GOD that voice. Do yourself a favor- talk softly because nobody wants to hear that noise in their ears.
And that brain- oh that defective, slow, colorless brain-cobbled together by DNA from the mental defectives on both sides of the family.
I stitched myself together
from the left over bits of my childhood self
the remains and the reminders of people nobody wants to remember
Go away Monster they say, they demand- here’s a dollar buy a clue- get lost kid
now when I look into the mirror
a monster that I created looks back at me.
Defiantly.
