Tornado

Twist her, twist her

These words funnel down and touch the ground

Spinning, spinning, I am

Dizzy from this shame and humiliation catches me

Running, running are my thoughts

Red faced and closed lips, I am ashamed

Twist her, twist her

How quick these tables turn and everything you do is useless

Spinning, spinning, everything I do

Stumbling forward, bruised palm and dust clotting my throat

Running, running from these alarms

Thundering is their laughter, and I am stuck in a vortex of whirling pointing fingers

Twist her, twist her

Jabbing people can be and destructive as they tear down your dreams

Spinning, spinning are the clouds in my eyes

Funneling down pain and this embarrassment remains behind

Running, running down this trail of shambled hope

I am quiet now, humbling is the crowd roaring all around me

Twist her, twist her

These words funnel down and touch the ground