twists

a hurricane
decades ago
snapped the trunk
at roof level
now the limb-tree
twists
at a wild angle

a ball
decades ago
snapped a finger
now the finger
still broken
twists
at a swollen angle

soft thoughts
decades ago
disguised as hard objects
blocked vision
now the mind
twists
in sharp angles

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