A Drop of Blood
It never goes completely away
Hovering nearby like a wounded animal
Who barely made it to the edge of the woods
While everyone pretends to not see it
Every year is another drop of blood
In the rivers of your life
A change so slow and subtle
All water begins to taste like wine
Easter is the most terrifying holiday
A bird transforms into a rabbit
Who lays kaleidoscopic eggs
That are never meant to hatch
The laughter you hear is only a distraction—
Children gorging on bricks of chocolate
While the adults all sleep in
On the one day allotted for rest
Sometimes it gets so loud
Silence is all you can hear
Oh it’s just the wind, your lover whispers
But you know better
It’s not a resurrection
If it’s never been dead
No labor pains, no birth
Until you cut off its head
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