Mangled

Therapy for me, typically manifests in writing and reflection through the process of writing. I think that it abstracts the heavy instances experienced to a point that allows for simpler processing. Like reducing an image to binary code for faster and more efficient ingesting. It's a process I haven't used in a while, but since I'm writing again- I thought I'd try it directly after experiencing what's conveyed below. It did, in fact, help.

A swerve and crumple

the too-low Miata meeting

the steel of a

semi's rear.

top speed impatience

becomes

a mangled massacre

of twisted plastic and metal.

Bone just powder in

a pillow of pink

red-streaked

pulverized flesh.

my jaw agape as I pass too slow-

existential dread is the hand

contorted upward

a few fingers missing

or lost in the mass-

A horn brings me back.

People too late

to care.

I contemplate stopping

but I'm late too-

and there's nothing to salvage

for me here.