Joseph O'Ryan

Victim - Poem by Joseph O'Ryan

My heart is a bathtub.
You stand on it–––naked.
Wielding your bar of soap,
Washing off the dirt and grime;
Another man’s semen marks your crime.
You dropp the soap,
But hope floats everywhere,
Except in the filthy water,
Sliding off your frame.
Droplets without a name,
Their orgasmic swerves
Pick up speed,
Yet remain clutched
To the roomy curves
Of all your needs.

You’re standing on me,
But I don’t bleed.
I can’t.
Your fucking feet
Impose a suction on my chest,
Concealed as the bath mat.
And like the bath mat,
I keep you from falling.

When you finish your shower,
You step off me.
I no longer see your figure,
Rising above me like a tower.

You abandon me with all the dirty water you created,
Then you mould a towel to fit your aim–––
Your next victim.

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  • Brian Dorn (4/29/2006 12:00:00 PM)

    Joseph, a very creative write! The best shower scene since Psycho... extremely well done! !
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

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