"A Mangled Mess"
My gnarled, mangled,
mess of flesh
is all that's left
in the mirror.
A coppery metallic taste
of blood
mixed
with my liquor
to wash away any regrets.
What do I know about myself
without some kind of destruction?
I have to strip down, flay my skin,
display my mangled face
and stand broken and bare
before I even catch a glimpse.
Never had any good role models,
Nor mentors,
Never knew what I didn't know,
Still don't.
But I won't stand idly by
watching my life pass me by though.
I'll experience it
even if
it rips me open,
twist and tears
my mind
and leaves me broken.
I won't look back
even if it means
leaving me
a mangled mess.-Armando Torres
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