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On the edge of Lily Pads

A Poem

By Natasha CollazoPublished 6 days ago 1 min read
On the edge of Lily  Pads
Photo by The Cleveland Museum of Art on Unsplash

Bug eyes wear a crown.

A slimy kiss with no eyelids.

Ribbit—or prince?

My lips curve against the spell.

He croaks in ‘almost’

as though metallurgy could persuade the

marsh to forget its own theology.

The fable insists upon a kiss—

So deliberate, maiden of the fen—

not whether he will transfigure, but what

portion of yourself you are prepared to

forfeit to witness it.

I cross my legs on the edge of the lily pad,

enthroned.

For Fun

About the Creator

Natasha Collazo

Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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  • Jessica McGlaughlin6 days ago

    Yes queen 👑 💋

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