The periwinkle amongst flowers 

Shunned by the daffodils,

Turned away by the wisteria,

Rebuffed by the tulips,

The wolfsbane among the sunflowers.

Damned to an accidental fate,

Face torn and worn by another,

Waiting to be stumbled upon

Only by most unfortunate of souls.

Breathing in mockery,

Burning in vibrant colours,

Brutalizing in quiet 

Bruising blemish in a sea of happy faces.

Sunflowers’ silence is a gift,

Preened petals protect pathetic

Wolfsbane in search of redemption