Overlooked

For years screaming

Inside and out

Showing signs of neurosis

Now, indisputably dying

In front of their eyes

Sprawled out on the floor

Surely they couldn’t

Overlook her

Again

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Twister

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