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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