Word of the Day Challenge#81-Untitled Poem

Screams
fuzzy dreams
sticky wet
eyes barely able to open
head pounding
what is all that banging
why is the bed all wet?
Memories prick
hazy
peering through muslin
mouth tacky
had something been in the wine
he had plied her with?
Struggle to sit upright
flounder
what is wrong
why so hard to move
limbs leaden
fear begins to burgeon
something was very wrong.
Rage
hot
fiery
body burning as the lash lands
turning fear to ash
slip away
he will never notice
the blank stare.
His unseeing eyes meet hers
gasp
pull back
knife
bejewled
straight through the heart
all stare at her
sly smile on her face.
Wisdom is not always the way of the crone
mistress of darkness
feeder of damaged souls
knew danger to come
sacrifice virginal blood
tormented savage
to keep this world safe.
©Jan. 6/20
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