Juxtaposed

Mind is fuzzy, muddled thoughts;
mouth pink and foamy, liver spots.

What happened to those cozy times?
Spring of summer, spritz of lime.
Marshmallows, drinks, toasting by the fire;
teasing, playing, "Liar, Liar".

They whisper sweetly, catatonic;
their words brush over, so melodic.

What if I were to rise again...,
the straps they break me, never bend.
Winds caress me, flying free;
I howl at those who murdered me.

Think you're safe; never fear;
a brand of monster lingers here.

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Prompt: "WINNERS AND NEW PROMPT"  
Halloween is almost upon us! Use the following words to write a sinister story!

fuzzy
pink
cozy
marshmallows
sweetly

Edits: They speak so sweetly.../Wish that I could rise again./I Hallo those who murdered me./ a whole new monster