I Wanna Be Your Monster

I Wanna Be Your Monster

I wanna be your monster
– your undead lover.
Lay me on your slab
– not undercover.
Up in your lab
– I’ll be the best monster
– you’ve ever had.

True my bolts are rusty
– and my stitches itch.
That’s nothing my good
– mad doctor can’t fix.
Strap on the electrodes
– flip the switch
– turn up the voltage
– till I jerk and twitch.

Thunder in your ears
– lightning in the sky.
The castle is on fire
– but my love won’t die.
Pitchforks and torches
– as the flame scorches.
Escape I cannot allow
– – I’m your monster now.

“Trail” for Illustration Friday

John Horse

John Horse


I Googled the word trail and “Trail of  Tears” came up as one of the search results.
Of course I had studied the subject in history class many years ago but did not remember that one of the displaced Native American peoples had been the Seminole of Florida.

Further I had not realized the role Black Seminoles played in shaping American history. Then I read the story of John Horse and his incredible journey to find place of peace and freedom for his people.

Perhaps this is a loose reference to the theme ‘trail’ for Illustration Friday but I got a bit obsessed by this story and wanted to illustrate and share it here. Click on the links to explore the trail of John Horse.
The above illustration is digital and was made in Photoshop.
Thanks for looking!