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!!

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