Red

• Krystal Truong, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

“Red looks good on you,” you chuckled, one tear leaving the right eye,
as your soul finally gave in.
You pulled away from me, as the snow engulfed your body.
It wasn’t how I planned it to be.
I thought that once we disappear,
far from where even our consciousness wouldn’t reach us
we’d finally be at peace. Together.
My palm was covered in my own blood, as I began to lie down.
Then my vision went fuzzy, followed by a lack of oxygen, and then was gone.
Lying on a sheet of snow as my blood slowly soaked into it.
I couldn’t help but realise that me and this life were never going to agree.
It wasn’t a kind way to go, but another moment in another lifetime.
It was peaceful.
And that’s just what I wanted.
I guess red does look good on me.