dreams

last night i dreamt

i was being chased

by the champagne king..

his fury had me hiding

running through a

familiar marin

and fearing for my life…

he was relentless

methodical

in his pursuit..

torture and death

was his goal..

i woke up

exhausted

and pissed off

that my subconscious

provided a gateway

to those memories..

no more brewer’s yeast popcorn

before bedtime..

perhaps that’s the

culprit

instead of the vast

unfinished business

i carry from

this ordeal..

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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