/Frankenstein and the Glasshouse

I got this glasshouse of a heart that I put into poems and photographs. 

Strangers have watched me break and gather myself 
with a mirror glued between my fingers 

no matter how grotesque and brutal the reflection.
My heart is Frankenstein's monster.

Most days, I'm not sure if I'm Victor or victim.
Most nights, I'm animated by some unknown spark

that projects this fire, confined like unborn, in my belly.
I give things openly that people never asked for,

but I don't need their permission to exist.
I never said they ʜᴀᴅ to watch.

But most people can't walk by a glasshouse without looking in.
Even if it's merely to criticize it for being glass in the first place.

Anything transparent, broken and beautiful makes them uncomfortable.

--Melanie YeYo Carter