Strawberries and Cream

It is a seed that spills
In beautiful colours.
Red and white,
Strawberries and cream.

Both in me,
Leaving me,
Draining me,
Killing me.
Leaking from glass eyes,
Cracked by his steal.
Crystals mix with
Strawberries and cream.

Then broken.
Cracked.
Splintered.
Grazed.
Tarnished.
Scarred.

Onwards in the dark,
I wear my crystals with pride,
And eat my strawberries.
I can still taste the cream.
It makes me sick.
Tastes like cream,
Tears me.
Filling me.
Tastes so bitter...
Strawberries... cream