The Confession - 11/13

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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