Red flesh, sweet fruit, fresh blood.

Dead man, low patch, disarmed guard.

Expensive jewels, garden tools, steel arm.

Broken glass, pulsing light, a bit tart.

Picked like berries, burlap sack, loud alarm.

They’re running my way, fleeing the chase, their pounding hearts.

Squeezed juice, bullets shoot, flavors sharp.

Activate infrared, mapped threats, pattern of achenes.

Finalize scan, ripe in my hand, neutralized.

Fading sirens, driven off, dulcet heist.