He lies on his semen stained mattress

 

Sickly womb light stumbles through his curtains

Casting pallid symphonies on his gaunt facade

 

In his mind

He sees a falcon

Drawing a muddy streak through the azure sky

 

He longs to be like that falcon

To be truly free

 

Not chained to his murderer

His silent assassin

 

The falcon descends

Its prey in sight

 

The pale man reaches for his belt

A tear kissing his cheek