Absolute Horror Flash Fiction Contest

It wasn't Splatterpunk, true, I digressed. But it was Occult, regarding the prompt.

Abomination

The crowd jeered and spat and watched in fear as Elizabeth Hilderley burned alive. Her shrieking smothered the wintry pines amidst their town as the smell of decomposing hair and meat swirled over the square and found their nostrils. Folk had razed the miscarried widow's house earlier before her eyes, destroying what they had found within; as candlewax and papers and something else had gone up in flames, a crying could be heard from inside, and only her final clanging throes now could untaint the morning air from that ungodly noise.