pickle dreams
my mom always told me not to eat pickles before I went to bet it will give me weird dreams and when you a kid weird dreams translated to nightmares but last night I had a big pickle on an empty stomach and had some of the trippyest interpretations of my sub concise. I lied in bed fighting conciseness with every fiber of my brain the life I was living felt so worm like hot coco and a campfire on a brisk night. But the truth of my pain of my mistakes, of the people I hurt, the people that hurt me. it filled my mind and belly like indigestion. Stared up at my white sealing taking a deep breath, a tear rolled done my face. I sat up and started my day with the melancholy that numbs me from slumbering demons that rescinds deep in me, numbs me from the pain of my spotted heart.