My Jekyll My Hyde

The door closed with a creak and shut behind me,
-I hadn't moved an inch, something wrapped past me.

Stains on my hands, red gluke of fear,
my Jekyll cursed my Hyde with tainted grunts of jeer.

A claw at the ready, a dagger in my grasp;
Jekyll taunts my gasping mind -Hyde must not arrive.

My fingers grip the dancing blade, our victims at our feet;
the seeping red, infiltrates, wraps around our feet.

I plunge the dagger forward, my aim -at amiss;
Jekyll jerks his twisted head and grabs out for my chest.

I pull away -to my dismay, I fall down at his feet;
my dagger then escapes my hand and sinks into soft skin.

Hyde howls within my heart -Jekyll' curse' complete,
-my hand -his dagger, sears fresh blood; innocent souls bleed.

No more time, I could not move -Hyde trapped in;
the blood bath overflowed as we sunk in.

Disintegrating matter, we, became,
meshed, mangled corpses, left in vein.

~copyright Ozlem Yikici 2013.

This poem was written in mind for a challenge (see below); hopefully it's a worthy entry & not late for submission.