Killer
Killer was nervous that day
after he’d done away
with the uncle he’d made pay
for the evil he’d suffered long ago one day.
His hands shook.
His body quivered.
What was done was done.
Payback delivered.
The blood had been sickening
and the vomit that followed
smelled like hell
as his guilt he swallowed.
Scared now he’d left the scene
after wiping everything clean.
He jumped in his car.
He thought he’d erased the scar.
But tears welled up
as uncontrolled they fell
down his cheeks
and his throat began to swell.
He couldn’t stop now.
He drove faster and faster
around each dangerous curve
on two wheels he swerved.
As in his mind he relived his crime
suddenly he had to turn on a dime.
When he snapped back to reality it was too late.
The eighteen-wheeler he faced sealed his fate.
Now nothing but the truth he never would tell
because Killer soon would be paying in Hell.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/18/2020
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2020
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