Haiku for Horrible Women

10
His heart was undead
but she stirred it back to life
only to stake it.

11
A witch they called her
and they rushed quick to burn her.
Her curse was quicker.

12
All the hairdressers
stocked up on mice and mirrors
when Medusa called.

13
Hell hath no fury
like an actual fury.
The monikor fits.

14
Sang the Siren, "Come!"
My love will last forever
unlike your sweet bones.

To celebrate February as Women in Horror Month (WiHM11) and National Haiku Writing Month (NaHaiWriMo).