Blood Love

Rain hits pavement tiles

like water hits car tires.

Outside the window,

unlit street lamps

make for a blue night.

 

Your footsteps

still have imprints

on my carpet floor.

Light squints through

the door you’ve left half open.

 

Do you realize that

‘I love you’

hurts more than your absence?

 

Or maybe

it’s when they’re paired together

that make me think

that you have cut the tether.

 

Soft duvet sheets rest under hand,

the storm is white noise next to dark light

I listen for your heart,

but all I can make out

is underwater sound.

 

And I wonder,

if you wonder,

if love

is a silent killer.

 

Persephone Quine is a 15-year-old Author and aspiring poet from the UK, though she wakes up every day to the sunny sky of California. You’ll find her work published in school newspapers, in an international collection, and receiving local awards. When she isn’t inking some sort of phrase into existence, she’s advocating for beginner programs in her school’s art programs. Otherwise, you can find her listening to Chase Petra, baking her heart out, or trying in vain to figure out what prose syntax is.