Spot of Red

Startling in its intensity
My opportunity to stand against
Superstition and suppression
By heeding the call of bells

A simple thread on my hand
Yet like a visible bond
The abstract had become tangible
One of friendship hope and love

But a powder yet a mark
A sign of belonging and respect
Blazing like a fire
On the foreahead that bent to receive it

Spread on the floor like sinking sand
A nightmare alive all at once
As the dream bled its final course
Reality had slashed the wrist
Of that fanciful idea

Just a spot of red
But all that it conveys
In the span of a moment several lifetimes
In the form of one face several emotions
Just a simple spot of red