dr. frankenstein

The laboratory remains locked, but inside the doctor hides

trays reflective caked and coated,

layered transgressions piled high;

forceps shut, their rusty jaws stuck,

cruel traps as old as time;

beakers cracked and crusted, still hold

their murky baths,  formulations long lost,

forgotten failures past.

Previous lovers and old friends, left forever to lie

in the very same way that they died:

no second thought or passing glance,

failures already forgotten.

In this hell time stands still,

the breath of life long gone; stench

unholy, death and decay;

doors locked and windows latched.

The walls themselves sweat and bleed,

memories of those forever trapped, now released.

Nothing here again will see the light

of day, nor feel wind’s gentle caress;

ambitious laboratory in technicality, but cruel

prison in reality.