Pieces float in the blood.
A crimson river, drawing up to space.
Flowers smashed into oblivion.
Only to remain.
As particles of dust.
Floating inside you.
Dusting your eyelids and tainting your tongue.
Lilies and lilacs lifting into a dream.
Lifting in the pulse and throb of the heart.
Blooming in particles while they orbit your organ.
That heaves and struggles to understand.
The demise of such beauty.
Havoc and Consequence 