HITCHHIKER FROM HELL

She sat beside me with eyes as wide as a full moon
Reaching into a worn leather bag 
She plucks out her cracked iPod 
And being watching looney toons 

I tried to engage her in a conversation as we go
Knowing it will take a while before we reach her home 
Twirling her hair and smiling to herself 
I realized my mistake 
I should of left this crackpot on the shelf 

Once more her hand got lost in that faded leather bag
I wonder what in the world was going in her head 
Then all of a sudden out came a razor blade 
In what seems like slow motion 
She began cutting away at her fingertips 

She kept on laughing louder at the cartoons 
I though to myself, this trip needs to end soon
Just then the blood began to flow 
At first I was not certain of what I saw 
Trying to focus on the road 

I tried to get her attention to no avail 
For she was too busy pealing off her skin 
With that rusted razor blade 

Glancing in my rear view mirror 
In a far distance I could see 
The flashing of red and blue lights 
And for the first time in my life 
I was not afraid of being in the presence 
Of the police

I pulled my eighteen wheeler to the side of the road 
The officer instructed us to stand on the curb 
Pulling me aside he exclaimed 
We were looking for your hitchhiker 
Who had recently escaped 
From the insane asylum.

Wilford Barker.