The Easter Bunny is Dead

Ears is dead.  Goodbye Ears.

I’m here                            sitting here.

There is blood, I don’t mind.
There’s melted chocolate, that’ll stain.

The knife is over there (still shiny)


The chair is comfy but my eyes are sore my eyes are red my face is wet my hands are wet his fur is wet



The chocolate is starting to pool with the blood.
I don’t stir it with my foot, I don’t get the knife and ladle the chocolate-blood-ooze into my mouth… it doesnt taste warm




Ears is dead.





Recieved as a writing prompt at NUIG Writers Society.

The prompt was: Somehow you’ve managed to kill the easter bunny.  Well done, murderer.  What do you do now.


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