In my narrative series, I'm reshaping the idea of narrative photography. Instead of just still images in a series, I'm combing poems and short stories with images I have created to convey the themes I explore within my writing.
A Bride & Cyanide
Photo & Text by Holly Yates
Changing into his suit, The Groom gazed at the picture of his wife on the table. He fixed his suit in the mirror. His eyes were sunken anchors in the sea. His stomach felt vacant. But he didn’t need breakfast. He needed life. Something to believe in.
Walking through the forest, the air numbed him. He searched for his wife’s bones. Nothing. He walked back to where he buried Cora and Anna three days ago. He remembered the giant Oak tree and the Deadly Nightshade. He looked for the wildflowers. But there weren’t any to find.
He stood alone in the forest, and wondered if he belonged in an asylum.
It started to rain. But he knew what had to be done, so he walked to the little red house with pockets full of stones.