Confession - 11

The army of bloodthirsty zombies

Covered in maggots and flies,

Deaf to my whimpers and cries,

Descended like vultures upon me;

No mercy, and no compromise --

Lifted my poor, broken body,

Held tight, so I wouldn't excise.

The demon Collette was there, waiting

Standing barefoot in the dirt;

Regarding me like a dessert --

My bullet wound hot and pulsating,

Blood pouring out in a spurt, 

As real as it was devastating,

I knew my last moments would hurt.

Meanwhile, the tightening jacket

Coiled around me like a snake,

More than my body could take;

My sanity fighting to hack it,

Sanity past point of break; 

In my head, a horrible racket:

My heartbeat a deafening quake.

Clutching me by the coat's collar,

She lifted my frame in the air

(Her waifish arms strong as a bear),

And screamed in an agonized holler,

'QUIT SQUIRMING -- YOU'RE GOING NOWHERE.

And with that, my lunatic mauler

Grinned with a ravenous glare.

I didn't deserve absolution --

This much I knew, very well

Even the worst prison cell

Was better than this persecution;

She shook me until out I fell,

Cloth and flesh tore from its fusion --

And I ran like a bat out of hell. 

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- © Jackson Cambridge, 2016.