Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry


Threats of burnt skin

It’s twisted

You want respect

You want to be feared

You’re Twisted

Like a scout learning to tie knots

Your thoughts are distorted

Your mind is struggling

That piece that you want

You won’t get it here

Written by: Alecia Writes


9 thoughts on “Twisted

  1. I enjoyed this poem. It captured the twisted mind. Thank you for revisiting, and following my blog. See you soon, and have a wonderful day.

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