Monster
Failures, rejects,
that is what they call us.
Everyone who failed was
thrown away.
The process did not
work on me. I survived
when I should not have,
but this is not survival.
Frozen, but not dead.
I am a monster, feared
and hated, among rejects,
doomed to be a red statue,
Trying to once more,
forevermore.
I never expected kindness
but she saved me. Without
her I would be floating
in a murky canal,
left for dead.
My savior cares for me, as
imperfect as she is. Without
her I am alone, forgotten, like
a body floating in a canal,
where I do not belong.
I wish I could speak and
she is blind. We are the
same, her and I, freaks,
colour in a colourless,
perfect world.
She calls me Monster,
it is true. I am one
you see, a monster
wishing to be free.
I see her again when I
am back to normal.
I am no longer the
paralyzed, red monster
she once cared for.
I can move and I can talk,
but as she holds my face,
she remembers.
To her I am still
her special monster.
We were both used.
She was the guinea pig
and I was the failure.
But now she happy,
free from her captor
who blinded her.
I am her monster,
she is my savior.
As we part I kiss her
cheek, underneath her
scared, blind, eyes.
She will be "Splendid."