Dead Love

• Aylee Barker, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2016

Dense dust disturbed-
abandoned warehouse woken
love struck teenagers approach, unperturbed.
Creaks, cracks and crunches heard-
still silence broken

Cold concrete floor was ice
Snow White walls with a splatter of red.
Creaks, cracks, crunches heard twice.
Light comes through just a slither and slice
Remnants remain of dead, through columns of boxes widespread.

Looking out with eyes of fear!
Wanting to run but statue still.
Dark shadow, shape appear.
Knife held high a blood red tear
Flesh sliced, a silent kill.