Confession - 10

Escaping the Hell I'd created, 

The Chevrolet cut through the wood,

Speeding for my livelihood;

These girls who were killed, mutilated,

Thought me guilty, but misunderstood --

So by crippling fear motivated; 

I hustled to beat it for good.

Before I could find path to safety,

The dead girls blockaded my wheels;

Croaking in hisses and squeals,

The noises themselves made me crazy,

Boring a hole through my ears --

Two dozen dead girls with rabies,

And I had run out of appeals. 

Outnumbered, I idled the motor,

And put both my hands on the dash;

I could take them out in a crash, 

But my gunshot wound had an odor,

I wasn't into whiplash,

And this meager army of soldiers

Would be upon me in a flash. 

Desperate, I rolled up the windows,

And frantically locked all the doors,

While jacket said, 'they're only whores!

Barely adults -- only minnows,

Together, they're not even chores!

Barely alive, stuck in limbo --

Now get out there and settle some scores!'

I was in no shape for complying, 

But had no alternative plan;

I'd wound up in this frying pan,

The pain in my gut yet undying --

They tore the car like a tin can,

Pulled me out kicking and screaming,

And returned me to my boogeyman.  

© Jackson Cambridge, 2016.