Rotten petals are the satelites of shattering
Paper fractured like a mirror
Broken portraits of unrequited love
Torn in triangles and undescribed shapes
Of wrath and anger turned to sour  grapes

One heart eaten by the vultures
Bleeding fruit or a rotten steeple

Things went blue and black
Like the ship they wreck
This flower turned to petals
Coloured black fake love gone feral