A Jailed Insect

Seconds pass, destined to make me numb,

Coldness swipe through,

A drenched cotton cloth, separates the cold air from my skin,

A narcissus in the yard leaves me in spells of rue,

Delicately, he hides his face from my lifeless smiles.

A worthless insect roams in and out of my cell,

Upon a world of freedom he remarkably fell,

Free he is, clean and graceful,

In a place stinking and suffocating amidst all.

I saw for a second a younger me,

I saw the spotless smile, that with her, you see,

I found a wedding car replaced by a funeral pyre,

I saw the spots that night when I looked up at the moon,

And a gun dropped down stained with blood,

I heard the cry of a hunter, for lust he was born.

The insect in my cell was crushed underneath my hand,

Blood, sans the stink of iron, spilled along my protruding nerves,

I licked it, in the light of the rising Sun,

As it passed through my bleeding tongue,

I felt the taste of crushed freedom,

All for the second time.