Snow was falling all around
and because I kept the blood from Halloween
the day was right from the start.
Sky fell down, pink apples bled
and because I was not at school
I felt alone. My camera, my shoes.
The hill was steep with mould and leaves
and blood drips behind:
My camera swings with every step
And my hands are fat and pink with blood.
Still of footsteps. Delete.
The trees are thin, the grass is long.
And because I rush through the reeds
(injured reindeer, mentally ill)
I am screaming
and my keys are gone
and I am all by myself.
Dirty snow. Bad girl.
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