by Angel Propps
We were just two girls in a dark schoolyard
Staring at one another with scared eyes.
The boys who caught us kissing stood there like
Statues in the dusk, then one hit me—hard.
Doubled over, all my air leaving me,
I saw green grass stuck to his white sneaker
And thought of gas chambers and world leaders
With power hungry hearts and mobs to feed.
My ribs were bruised and my heart was broken
By the names screamed into the air at us.
Why? I thought but I had no air to speak
And to this day those words are unspoken.
So what did we have left to us from love?
Blood in my teeth, gravel in her cheek.
Angel Propps' poetry has been published in Blackheart, The
Sentinel Literary Anthology, quiet, and Take 5: Read These Lips as
well as dozens of romance, erotica and horror anthologies.