Flames turned into beautiful roses as paint exploded in the sky.
She stands as centipedes crawl on her.
Paint butterflies fly in the sky as they call her name.
"Shut up."
They plop to the ground as splats of colors.
She joyfully tramples the dead children as she runs through a field of feathers.
She raises her hands as the wind combs through her hair.
It suddenly turns into a gale, flattening the feathers and blowing intestines into the sky.
She laughs.
Hearts beat on the house walls.
They have emotions too.
They all die and wither away.
She's dreaming now, isn't she?
Maybe.
Dragonflies breathe smoke and flame as the sky turns red.
The dragonflies drop to the ground.
A hand reaches down from the sky and pats her on my head.
"Light everything on fire."
It gives her a match.
She lights it and drops it to the ground.
The town lights up in fire.
The people in it laugh and die.
She claps her hands in excitement.
The fire leaves beautiful daisies in the place of the town.
She wakes up. Her tiny notebook is in her hand. She fell asleep on her rooftop.
"I gotta write this down." She says. There is someone calling her.
"Hello?"
"Hey I'm at your door, you home?" He asked.
"Coming." She said and climbed back into her apartment. She opens the door and a guy greets her.
"Hi."
"Hey, do you have a moment?"
"Sure."
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Okay. There's gonna be a book exhibit tomorrow, you should totally come. Maybe you could read some of your poems or whatevers."
"They're slams. And no thanks." She said and closed the door.
