Gingerbread Red

Gingerbread red Poem started may 24, 2022 Blood marks the spot Just follow the red dot Let’s play a game I don’t think it has a name X marks the spot On your wrist that day Another buried treasure Slowly washing away It wasn’t your first time And it wouldn’t be your last “X marks the spot” It’s etched into my past Dad dropped us home that morning Without a second thought And I guess that would be normal If it weren’t for the red dot The air was cold and crisp Autumn danced under my nose My sequin sneakers hit the ground Blood drops under my toes. Blood marks the spot. Just follow the red dot. Let’s play a game, sweet girl. Don’t worry…It’s only a game. No school today, No time for play I’ll be a kid a different day. Red is the clue I followed it to you Blood all around There’s mom on the ground X marks the spot Just follow all the dots I don’t want to play this game. It haunts me frame by frame Up the sidewalk I skipped A slow and steady pace I knew what I’d find At the end of this blood race Blood marks her spot. Just follow the red dot. Let’s play a game. Sweet girl…it’s just a game. Please, let it be a game. Your sorrow was a wave Cascading down on me I drowned on all your water So that you could always breathe The front door opens You’re not in sight But each new drop Brings you to light The shattered bottle Your poison foe Dripping ink A bloody show X marks the spot On your wrist that day Just follow the red dot I don’t think I want to play. -Amanda carden