Summer storm gave birth to you
Ground relinquished your body
You shall call me “God”
I toyed with switching the beginning of the last line from "you" to "they" because of Dr. Frankenstein's ego, but I left it to merely encompass the monster. I do (and don't) like this poem.
Extras (some horror microfiction):
"It's okay... touch it."
"So warm," she said, smiling.
They watched the hellmouth grow.
"Girls die," sister said, "for dresses like these."
She twirled. The patchwork, skin skirt flared outward.