Frankenstein (A Poem)

Flesh, patchwork quilt
Summer storm gave birth to you
(Reanimation)
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):
Conjure

She hesitated
"It's okay... touch it."
"So warm," she said, smiling.
They watched the hellmouth grow.
*~*
Seamstress

"Girls die," sister said, "for dresses like these."
She twirled.  The patchwork, skin skirt flared outward.