She Snaps Like A

She snaps like a
twig from a
dead oak tree
She snaps
her fingers,
one,
two,

THREE!!!!!!

Standstill! Who will
draw first

Three sisters, count them.
One.
Two.
Three.

Huddled in her meat cleaver,
she leaves them.
Dead meat.

Red, raw
meat for the taking.
Marinated to
manipulated savory.

Three girls with
guilt blonde hair. Three
scared
little witches, fixing burns,
breaking dishes.

That’s what happens when the
flip switches,
she twitches into
rags –
stomping floorboards,
dropping little blonde
hair into body
bags

feeds dirty lies
from her
mothering, smothering hands.

Where Did Everybody Go

There! I changed it!
Now let’s go back to options and
change it to “hard”.

I cheated.
Don’t tell anybody.

(If the path is blocked, you’ll
need to find a way to clear it.)

So, basically the path is blocked.

I need backup.
Where did you go?
Put me down…I’m making fire.

No! Please??
Where did the other guy go?
Is he dead?
Put me down….

“sweeping the floor with his body
la la la la la…

i’m sweeping the floor with your booody”

Cheated!