At first sight

I have been convicted

Of lacking beauty

Imprisoned to the

Corner of the room

Bled of all confidence

Seeking a reprieve

Just this once

To plead my case

Reveal the whole

Truth of my existence

The beauty

Behind these bars


In the dark

Thoughts are spirals

Of chaos

Her personal twister

Traps her mind

Pirouetting through the air

Where will it land

Anywhere but OZ

For this dreaming girl

There is no magic

Flying monkeys

And witches

Would be a pleasure ride

She will not land

In the Emerald Isle

No, this Dorothy

Will not land at all

The twister has found

Its prize

To keep