Time has ceased to exist for me. I traverse the path between life and death everyday, unwelcome by both the living and the dead.
Chafed by my own breath, I choke on the air that you breathe because most of me is still a work-in-progress. Or was. I shall never improve now, I shall never grow. Growing, ageing, is not for me.
My skin is a collage of the deceased – grotesque, half mine, half hide from a dead carcass. My organs borrowed from cadavers, my blood of a pig’s and the hair a whore’s discarded prop.
In my borrowed existence, the only thing that is truly mine is my soul.
For days I have roamed like a cypher, purposeless, ceaseless, stuck between two times. I curse my maker for having made me human-like for whenever I have tried to kill myself, cowardice pulls me away from the brink. My survival instinct sows seeds of hope, plaguing me with rosy visions. I then live in a dream world of my own making where I wait for someone to discover me. Till the screams of some child, some woman, in a dark alley, on a cloudy night, shatters those visions and I am thrown back into the reality of this lurid world.
I am a solitary creature and to solitude I have been condemned for my singular appearance endears me to no one. I am a paradox because I long for both death and companionship. I am a creature born free of the limitations of disease and dying and yet, I am incarcerated within my own skin.
What is the point of my existence? Why drag me out of the peace of eternal slumber only to relegate me to an object that haunts the sleep of others?
Who should I call to answer my questions? Which God do I pray to for salvation? I have never sinned but I was conceived in the sin of pride, thus damning me from inception. Does that even make me capable of salvation?
Whom shall I call a friend?
Will you, dear reader, befriend me? Could you call upon your compassion and bury the fear I stir in you? Could you look beyond the dread in your eyes and the emptiness in mine and lead me to freedom from this form of servitude?
If yes, then I am so pleased to make your acquaintance. I have no way of introducing myself to you, so here I have another favour to ask of you. Could you name me, let me be reborn again from your lips and give my meaningless existence an identity. I loathe what they have always called me – Frankenstein’s Monster.
Inspired by the portrayal of The Creature in the television series Penny Dreadful.
Copyright © 2018 Pradita Kapahi.
Featured Image: DanaTentis at Pixabay.
Well written Pradita.
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Thank you so much Sir. How have you been lately?
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Welcome Pradita. Doing good and hope the same with you.
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Yes, Sir. Same here. Thank you 😊
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Nice
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Thank you 🙏
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Beautiful article composed.👌👌
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Thank you so much Sir 😊
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Wow that was quite an impassioned appeal that makes one feel for the monster’s anguish too. Well done!
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D! How have you been, girl?! Thank you so much. Yes, I felt quite bad for the character when I was watching the TV series. Thank you so much for your kind words.
What’s been up with you?
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Like always – busy doing nothing 😀 You?
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Lol! Somewhat the same here 😂
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😛
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Short, precise and perfect. Liked reading it… 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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It was well written. I had no idea what the creature was until you stated at the end what everyone else calls him. Interesting.
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I don’t know why my reply to your comment wasn’t posted. Bad, bad WP. thank you sooooo much girl 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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The words brings depth and questions asked in a society formed by fellow humans that perpetuate this angst or discrimination. These are real questions asked on the whys to make society a better place to live. The fight is ongoing and we need a real change in attitude! You are brilliant always, Pradita.
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I dont know how I missed replying to this. Thank you so much. and you’re right I have tried to view a monster’s pov, all thanks to this show I was inspired by – Penny Dreadful. It must suck to be someone who’s created by the zeal of society and then being discarded after being termed a bad experiment.
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