Dead To Me (Poetry)

Grapefruit

I woke up one Sunday morning
And headed to the grapefruit tree
Expecting to pluck one out for breakfast

I smelled the sweet, scent of orchids
But then came the smell
Of decayed human flesh

Branches splattered with blood
Ground covered with red
I wished I could go back to bed

Black bodies swinging from the branches
As the wind blows them
Here is a fruit
Loved by none
It's your fault

Here is a strange
And bitter
Fruit