A single red rose, alone in her vase,
Drowning in darkness.
Her petals are wilting, one by one,
Half-smothered by spite.
Her thorns, they fade and aimlessly wither,
Dying of grief.
The cold dark around her smiles, nonchalant,
With violent delight.
Her last dying breaths allow her to see
A second young rose
Placed in her vase, an old estranged partner,
Mindless and new.
A savage circle, of living demise
Enraptures them both.
There's a god-shaped hole in the heart of the world.
If only they knew.