Rowena-ator

So it'll start out with a huge explosion right? And then they'll be this huge leg of fire on one side and another huge leg of fire on the other side and the arms will be ice and the middle will be armor made of lightbeams and the head will be this beetle's head that shoots lightning. And then all five of them will be sitting in the head and that douche will be all like: "Look at how awesome it is because of me!" and then they'll kick him out because he's a blowhard and then it'll activate all these different jets and take off and when it stomps, cats made of ash will fly all over the place and kill bitches and when it's other foot stomps, lit

The Spiders        I have found the spiders. At first they were brushed away, thought to be dust. Then, as paranoia crept in, you noticed them move and shrieked. They might have been a black widow or a brown recluse. Your skin where they bit you would peel and fall off and you, a frail thing, would faint. Then what would I do? A pale, frail human lying on the ground, arms the color of rhubarb pie. You would lie until all the blood drained out and you slept.         But it’s too cold for spiders, I said, too cold for any insect. They might’ve been tarantulas. Your eyes shimmered with tears. How odd that a few spiders would get mo

Mountain of the Star Above the mountains the air is still, you can barely sense a breeze. The birds halt their singing in the forest. Wait, soon you will rest. I too have wandered the woods searching for nothing. It was my intention. In the shade, I saw a flower standing. It sparkled like a star, staring with beautiful eyes. I wanted to pluck it but it spoke: “Shall I be picked, so I shall wither?” I dug it out, keeping all its roots, and carried it to my house. I planted it again, in a peaceful place. Now it is branching and blossoming on and on.

Time long passed When my heart was battered By the three persons      - or were they animals? – and my house huffed and puffed              - or was that the monster? – I could remember the times long Past. When brownies weren’t baked In the Oven, a lion with a woman’s Head would Ask: “is it man? Is it Man?” And you might answer “yes, yes, yes.” And then it was off with your head - Or you were late -      - Or the clock struck midnight -           - Or any number of things might’ve happened - As you spiraled down down down into The house of sweets that would imprison