Black

• Mikaela Agnew, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

poison drips from the tips of my fingers
the black seeps through my skin
like an oil spill, it stains me,
yet I let the colour in

black flows through me like water
rosy red is no longer on my cheeks
my skin is darker, no longer pale,
veins turn black like muddy creeks

hair shrivels up and falls out
like a dying flower
clinging onto the last petal
living for one more hour

black liquid runs from my mouth
like a kettle pouring leafy tea
breathing one last breath:
black-filled misery