‘Some Words and a Burn Mark’ by Alexia Theopoulos

The walls are grey
The furniture beige
His lips white
And the flowers you gave me

have dried. The cement
is charcoal
My shoes black
My fingertips red
And the poems you wrote for me

are in a stack, the pages yellowed,
my eyes turned pink
I kept the flowers
and the poems I’ll never read

Ther room is without a pulse,
the streets dark
The flowers have died
And all I have are some words and a burn mark.


ALEXIA THEOPOULOS is studying Secondary English Education at McGill University and cannot wait to transcend the self-expressive powers of creative writing onto others. Since 2015, she has hosted poetry night reading based on the themes of social justice to fundraise for various non-profit organizations. The publishing of this poem requires special thanks to Andrew Katz, her mentor when she was studying at Dawson College.


Copyright © 2018 by Alexia Theopoulos. All rights reserved.