Twisted Thought's

   TWISTED THOUGHT’S 

Through the night, she walked along the street wondering what
next , punishing herself for all the conflict that she had passed unjustified.

She looked like a   tangled vine,  Embedded with sweet and sour drops of wine,
slowly dripping across her face.

A cluster of granules, attached into her inner conscious that would not leave her existence,
 excruciating tormenting her.

Trying to blow away, every bit of dust, and clutter in between her thoughts,
as destiny had a plan of its own only waiting to reveal itself.