Literature
nailed to the counter
fivey eyed the barn door,
her right forearm tingled with
a quite familiar burn,
it informed her tone:
"you nannys ain't dealin' proper.
i had hoped this would stay above-board,
but if you wanna wake snakes,
let's frolic!"
her right arm shot out, glowing energy
pulled three armed men through
splintering wood; the barn creaked
and the men screamed
as their bodies were dragged
across the dirt
before being launched out
the far wall.
fivey stomped her left foot;
the two shotguns trained on her
slithered, hissed, and—
with both barrels—
bit the two closest men
in their necks.
her right foot slid behind her
in a perfect half-circle,
