The Time I Died

Brooke Holt | Michigan State University | Horror

I was murdered. 

As I left, I loved the way  

my blood looked pooled around me. 

A romantic cherry red,  

a bed made of roses.  

The color of blushing cheeks and  

lipstick stains. 

Kisses poured out by the pint. 

But there’s no beauty in a corpse to be, 

we can only stare at the blood. 

so much blood 

so many roses 

I remembered I was loved.

Brooke Holt is a sophomore at Michigan State University. She is an English major with a creative writing focus. When not reading/writing for school or fun, you can find her hanging out with her three dogs. She also enjoys curating oddly specific Spotify playlists or planning exotic trips she swears she's going on someday.