Part 4

(Not revealing yet who the person in Part 4 but eagle eyed readers of previous Ghost Stories may guess) 

Four

Unseen like a closed kiss
She remained unseen
Even after it exploded
And blood firstly
Then limbs covered the stage

Dismantling herself
Further and further
Beyond the curtains 
Over corpses
Mostly ripped in half

And each head spinning
Around the floor
With blood pouring out
Like spilled bottles
Of cheap whiskey 

Shouldering thoughts
Mixed with guilt 
And broken fear
That there was nothing
She could have done

Even if she could have
Come back to life
To warn everybody
Or whether they would have
Even listened to her

Regretfully wishing 
She could have saved
More of them 
Than she could.