just a little bent
askew
akimbo
a little twisted
they said
was it my inability to bend their way
or my distaste of the current patterns
or could it have been
when I stood
alone
and like a banshee
(or siren)
I screamed
all the rancid thoughts
I knew they were having
but they kept to themselves
as they rotted from the inside
while I’m purged
and clean
but bent
like a willow in the wind