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

Rage Released

You repress it

Behind your smile it lurks

In the pit of your stomach

It resides

Growing

An irrepressible contagion

Ascending from the bowels

Disappointment

Infuriation prolonged

Now turned to rage

Misguided resentment

Boiling over

Need for an outlet

You struggle to keep it inside

No, it must be released

Released on me

My spirit

And my body

It must be released

It dissipates

Rage released…