I stood watching them leave through the cracked glass, edged with our blood from the night.
As the counting came to an end I reached out to catch the very last one and gripped tight, collapsing its wings and holding.
There was no way of escape as I felt the ligaments between my fingers gently snapping and the screams rang through everything around us.
I slowly pulled every last feather as life faded fast and the screaming turned to my silence.
I placed one feather into my hair and saved one for you while dropping the rest from the top of our tower and out into the raining night.
I had to use my teeth to get through his tough flesh and once it was broken I forced my fingers inside until I felt his breast bone.
I gripped tight and pulled it into the dark room from deep within this last blackbird.
Using the cloth covering my body I wiped it clean and took to working as you sang your sweet songs from the unmade bed watching me.
I've made you this ring of bone for your perfect finger so we can never forget that night when we were finally left alone in our tower and all the blackbirds except the one flew free and into the night.
It's my sign to you that I will never leave your side.