The Confession - 10/13

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.  
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