Alone in the Laboratory

These bottles weigh a lot. Especially when your hands are empty. These mazes. They talk a lot. But don't have many exits. We just play with the stone. At the perimeter. Asthmatic gods substitute flesh for medicine. We just point the needle in the right direction. It doesn't take much effort to facilitate this hopscotch games of skin. We take the stone. Hold it high above the game. And waste years laughing at those fool enough to play.

The monsters to Dr Frankenstein's genius. The flag to the corruption of the colonies.

I eyed the trampoline with a calm indifference. Wishing it was enough just to believe.

He cradles his monster as any mother would her infant. He closed the window. And listened to the rain. Certain time could be persuaded. To let the monster live.