Red

• Naiya Reid, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2021

I told him red was my favourite colour
He laughed and agreed, sliding an arm around my waist
I giggled, staring into his warm eyes
I couldn’t get enough of him
He was adorable, perfect in every way
I think I was in love

The knife pierced her abdomen
I sunk it deep, until the blade was barely visible
A dark red colour exploded from the wound
It looked like a rose
A beautiful rose, growing larger by the second
A moan, hers
As her eyes grew duller, confusion sprouted in them
Pain? He wondered
Surely not
Was not red her favourite colour?