Dark spores of betrayal float
then settle in the quiet of the night.
Tended in the garden alongside the other blooms
they can’t resist the creator’s call
growing and blooming according to their type.

Petals willingly unfurl
exposing their undeniable origin
and intended purpose.
Bladed cold stamens tear open with the perfume of rotting relationship
Standing tall they proclaim ruin
among the beauty of the tended garden.

Exposed to the light
justification is futile
the stench of decaying trust overpowers the senses
blinding
inhaling
permeating
Announcing victory

The careful gardener turns them into the soil
ever tilling.
Loyal blooms bow in gratitude
Mindful that each tended garden
depends on rot for its richness.