Dying For Halloween
As rats were scratching at my face
and snakes were writhing at my feet,
I heard the crackling flames: I'd die
while gagged and tied here to this seat.
The cackling witch, her chanting vile,
then thrust a knife into my eyes,
and said she must remove my gag
to listen to my pleading cries.
But then a hissing cobra struck -
I felt its fangs, then poison flood
throughout my veins. Although at least
it had deprived her of my blood...
written 12th October for Tania's contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2022
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