Bride of Frankenstein.
A blood relation.
Healthy in her mind and urge for procreation.
Rounded and robust.
A fresh-cheeked flower decimated by Frankenstein's perverted must.

Pure.
As the need to love.
And life's rich and unrewarding trust.

The monster's romantic creation.
A dripping, seaweedy abomination.
Lashed together by strange science, an unearthly alliance.
Slashed to fleshy ribbons.
Leaving the monster all alone.
Master and monster married at last.
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