“I have created a monster”

The first thing I heard

When I was brought back to life

I looked down at my hands

One eye pointed at the floor

The other at these odd limbs

These are not my hands

They are not matching

One rotten and green

The other

Bare bone

My vision still foggy

I recall what had happened

What you had done to me

We were staring at the stars

Both leaning against the rail

Of this rusted bridge

You said everything would be okay

I believed you

You put your hand on my back

A sweet sentiment turned bitter

What I thought was

Butterflies in my stomach

Was really a drop of forty five feet

A plunge into an icy

Shallow

Stream

What a shame

As I recall this horror

You stare at me in disgust

From across this cement room

As if you didn’t cause this

I step off of this platform

I walk as quickly as I can

With my new legs

They are uneven and weak

With stitches and bruises

What have you done

I make my way to the mirror

I was beautiful

What have you done?

My face beaten and bloody

One eye blood shot

The other out of the socket

Pointed downward

At this dreary floor

My lips torn and purple

I think it is your turn

You could use some

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