An 87 year old woman died, and her 20 entirely-filled handwritten volumes of dream journals were going to be chucked out. I managed to save them all, but it turns out they just contain very painful and distressing nightmares. So now I have them. What now?

#dark #spacerock #needsbass #sad

Carol wrote down her darkest dreams She penned them next to memories The numbered journal pages filled Into her life, they flowed and spilled

They spilled from her life into mine Dream contagion, saturnine They spilled from her life into mine My dreams absorb hers line by line

Nightmare fuel Spread the kindling I read ahead and saw the ending Late night logging journal entries Don’t hold back Cut me deeply

Adversaries wait in their places Her deceased husband matched her paces Flailing at the end of rope While noting wishes and her hopes No one then could reassure her Always feeling out of order No one then could reassure her Farewell, now freed from torture

Carols grimscribe drove a knife in To my psychic Bierstadt painting There is no glory in that last scramble Just the cuts and breaks as we lose our hand holds

More red tape, less ribbon cutting Echoes of past shame still coming Always pursued always relentless each new setback leaves you senseless

Nightmare fuel Spread the kindling I read ahead and saw the ending Late night logging journal entries Don’t hold back Cut me deeply

Cut me deeply Cut me free