Poetry

Red

I saw you tonight, prettiest being alive.
Down in my arms, I feel you lying.
The music's still on
Gazing at us, felt alive the way
the moments we've prayed.
The moon's been peeking through windows
been open and to feel your touch
innocent breezes come too
They say love fades away,
leaving ashes of one heart
But could I say any of it
when you're mine whole, not a part
Blue lips, pale skin,
why did you turn light sudden.
You were blushing red,
and now they say you're dead.
Get up and say you love me, again
like the way you did this morning.
You patted my head and told me it's going perfect.
They say you're bleeding
and wanna take you away.
I don't see any red
Maybe they're jealous "of us" leading it perfect.
Your skin's still warm,
your hands not cold.
They are wrong, you're here
There's no red at all.
The room's all cold, they say it's time
but your eyes twitch and I say the sign
They're fools thinking that love just ends
I'll hold you till you wake again
Cuz I don't see any red.
I wonder if this is what death looks like
then why she looks asleep
I tucked her in one last time
and whispered, "wake up please"
Laid in arms differently,
but her shape seems wrong
Her name felt heavy when I screamed it too long.
I touched her lips gently, still warm from last goodbye
but they
They didn't move
Not even to lie.
I thought there was no blood
just silence and white.
But oh I see the red now
spilling in the darkest night.
It's red in the tears I never cried
or in the screams that died inside
"I see red now"
the colour of truth I tried to hide.
Red like the dawn that brings the darkest night
and burning away my every try to deny.
— Avni
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About the Author Avni Devlal New Doon Blossoms School · India

Avni Devlal is a student at New Doon Blossoms School in India. She writes about grief, denial, and the slow collapse of illusions we build to protect ourselves from loss. "Red" is her first published poem.

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