She splits his skull in two perfect halves

She licks the blood off his face

She stares at his brain matter

Her heart quickens in glee

She raises one hand

Talons sharp as a blade

She scoops a generous piece

Enough to satisfy her greed

Not enough to satisfy her need

The first taste, Her favorite

The rush is transcendental

She devours him piece by piece

Slowly, the feathers morph into scales

Scales morph to flawless skin

This is how bleeding leads to beauty