FRANKENSTEIN’S MONSTER
I saw this monster of Frankenstein’s once. Where others saw nothing but a loathsome, a fearsome creature, a force of destruction and death, I saw only its suffering. It had been created from a body that had found peace in death, whose soul had found release; had been crudely stitched, rudely jolted by electrical force back into an appalling parody of life. I saw the tatters of its former self in the depths of its tormented gaze, pleading for release; the frightening awakening of its realization of what had been done to it, the dawning comprehension of its horror, and the ignition of its burning rage.
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