just a little bent
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
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

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