You eat a strawberry,
Hoping to confuse the blood in your mouth,
But it won’t.

The bullet holes
Provide windows in your chest,
And I can see the trees through you.

Your wings are folded
Beneath your coat,
Broken and bent,
And feathers fall when you run.

And your blades draw blood,
My blood,
And you tell me to leave,
But I promised to stay,
Until you can’t taste any more of
The blood,
Or the
Strawberries