The Confession - 3

A week long vacation from work,

    (I told them that I was unwell - 

    The truth was too grisly to tell.)

"Yes, hello? Yes, I've gone berserk,

    And murdered someone as well.

    No, I just lost my marbles a spell, 

To be honest, the guy was a jerk."

I know how that lie would go over,

    So I made up a lie on the spot;

    I couldn't explain that we fought, 

Or the feelings taking me over.

    I tried to relax with some pot --

But no rabbit's foot or 4-clover

Made me less afraid to get caught.

I wanted to have a long shower, 

    But I couldn't get out of the coat --

    It tightened round my arms and throat,

My expression a horrified glower,

    I uttered a bleat, like a goat --

Till finally, I gave up my power, 

    And let my colleague steer the boat.

I drank until well past exhausted,

    Then sunk into my chair for a nap;

    My empty glass perched in my lap,

My will and resolve now accosted,

    I knew I was caught in a trap --

The jacket that I had adopted

    Made an offer I couldn't refuse. 

I awoke, my head throbbing, face ruddy,

    To find myself wandering the park;

   I must've sleepwalked in the dark

(My shoes were untied, and all muddy) --

The violence before me was stark:

I'd left someone gutted and bloody;

Torn her apart like a shark.

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© - Jackson Cambridge, 2015.