In the throes ~ a Donna

In the throes of a warm embrace
I spoke her name..."Oh Sue"
Or so I thought
But it was not
Her voice turned icy blue

I could hear her raging red blood
cut right through like a knife
singeing silence
her ire intense
slow burning me for life

Mindfills for Tanka Tuesday ~ colour in syllabic poetry ; FOWC embrace; Murisopsis scavenger hunt~ the Donna ~ stanzaic, written in any number of quintains, syllabic, lines of 8/6/4/4/6.
rhyme xabba, xcddc etc.

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