by Aaron Blair
I bathe in a tub of virgin's blood,
discarded hymens floating like lily pads,
and I a peculiar frog.
I could make you a prince
with just one kiss,
or devour you whole like a fly,
your weak wings beating
against my esophagus,
all the way down.
Author's Note: I was bathing, and this came to me, so I got out. I'm still wet, and in a towel.
Posted on 11/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/09/03 at 05:42 PM
O.O what inspiration. chilling.
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/09/03 at 05:43 PM
damndamndamndamndamn. i've got to show this to jennifer. "discarded hymens floating like lily pads," ouch. damndamndamndamndamn.
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/10/03 at 03:20 AM
Again and again you do this to me. Heights to which I aspire, but have so little hope.
|Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 11/10/03 at 09:34 PM
Stop it, you're making me lonely (it's a good thing, as it was brought on by your imagery).
Lovely poem. The last three lines in particular.
|Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 11/16/03 at 01:05 AM
Hannibal Lectar found hiding at pathetic.org under the pseudonym of Aaron Blair and disguised as a frog. Loved it!!