Ode To Shelby

No, not the car

Though it is awesome

The girl

That I created

In my head

She has golden whip-like hair

With iceberg eyes that pierce the soul

She wields any weapon, yet her favorite is the sword

She is perfect

Almost

She is a trained killing machine

Tested on

dehumanized to the point

Of the blade she uses to slice her poor victims

She was not born

With special abilities

They were forced upon her

And now with the force of hurricane winds

And the car for which she was named

She comes back

For revenge

I created her

And I’m afraid