the bleeding ghost


the first one shattered me
the second one distorted
the third one was a murder
it made me cold
the fourth one burned me down
it pierced me through mouth
it cut me into pieces and left it bleeding in the snow

and the darkness was falling
I was falling
in the snow
crawling on my knees
I was pleading them to help me
to find you

and the crows were greeting
the lonely
the only visitor
the bleeding ghost

I found you
I found you at last

/photo and text by irina anufrieva