It wasn’t the shadows in the woods that haunted me most

It was the ones in your eyes

It wasn’t the wind screeching through the bare boughs that bought me deathly chills

It was your terrified scream

It wasn’t the track through the forest frantically leading nowhere

It was your footsteps running… running…

It wasn’t the lake still and beautiful on that moonless night

It was your body; still beautiful in the water

It wasn’t the single red bloom that fluttered silently out of nowhere to rest upon your breast

It was the single drop of red blood

It wasn’t my hands loving and tender

It was the white of my knuckles grasping the bloodied knife…



November 2016

Photography – me

Keeper of Scrolls