Terror Tuesday: Maps are Dangerous

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She felt a thump, and suddenly she lost
Whatever semblance she’d had of control.
In other situations, mayhap, cost
Would occupy a driver, but a droll
And ominous great laugh did capture her
Attention. She was driving a Mack truck:
What could survive her hitting it and stir
Yet? Then she saw how terribly her luck
Had left her, as two vast and glowing eyes
(Refracted through her ruined windshield) shone
Just as a horny fist three times the size
Of her bewildered head burst through. Alone
And in the ogre’s grip, Matilda screamed,
Regretting this short cut, where monsters teemed.

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