Twisted

She’s a whirlwind
A tornado
of anger birthed from confusion
Plotting then pleading
Running then confronting
Kicking up dust
Left choking on angst particles

A cyclone of pent up frustration
Needing but refusing to ask
Raining teardrops of desperation
Salted streams of loneliness

Directionless swirl of wind
Tossing stones and debris
Feeling victimized so
victimizing
Hurling hailstones of hate
vitriolic
everyone is a target

Wanting love
but refusing to seek
Sucking you in
pleading for attention
but pushing away

Seek shelter
She is Twisted
You will be too

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