Red. Purple and green and
blue darlings each with a crystal
heart, sweet. Suddenly all taken
down for the sake of you, together
isolated, forgotten and left to rot for
centuries: the thought never occurs
to you when you consume the red
fluid that they become. Red and
staining. Unwittingly, all their
hearts drained dry, blended
into the vagueness which
you call "love".
She
is
not
her
any-
more:
fallen for
you, with the rest of them.

A/N: This is a carmina figurata - in the shape of a wine glass.