The hardly ripe strawberries shook when the wind blew
The seeds tried to tell me but their plan fell through
They dropped to the grass when their stem finally broke away from the branch
All at once, like a rosy avalanche
Rolling, rolling, rolling until they reached the daffodils
Kissing the green, colouring the hills
The wind pushed them along like an unwanted friend
Towards a yellow haze that seemed to have no end

Beneath you I died
Although I am persistent and an insomniac at heart,
Sleep felt easier and breathing seemed hard
I entered a sanctuary of roses and peaches between withered breaths
I hadn’t noticed that the leaves smelt of death
More so, that my life had been torn apart by claws and teeth
I had mistaken it for a cat chasing a mouse with a heave
Around its tail was a ring, a wild berry in a diamond’s position
I tasted it between dreams, faint in the arms of poison
Like a baby I slept as it cradled me into the night
To never wake again, though we conversed with our minds