gagging on
on his lies. The fire in
his eyes embers
she dismembers

holding a fountain
pen. Black ink meeting
Zen. Bagging this reptile,
words her projectile. Pages

forest trees, rolling
banana leaves. Her pen
skis, flying down his
back. Leaving colored tracks

from the slaughter.
He fought her. But the long
tongue giant fell since
her lines did jell.