Ghosts

Meh. A quick work for my Digital Image course. We made an "exquisite corps" during class (a piece of poetry where everyone contributed a single line while being able to see only the previous line). My poem turned out all over the place, so I recomposed it into a haiku and did this piece. Last night. After going out for a pint or five.

Since the poem is barely visible at this size, here's what it says:
I see in the dark
Hungry ghosts in a black room.
Drawn to blood, they come.

Duhhhhhrrrrr.