Black

A black aura surrounds my nightmares. It dances around them to remind me they're not real. The nightmares that haunt me most have faded into the black around the edges. Those haunt me the most because they're not just nightmares but memories. Memories of waking up in an ambulance because the vodka hit too hard and took control of my sanity. Memories of swallowing hundreds of pills to make the nightmares stop. Memories I wish were just nightmares so I could sleep peacefully once more. Black the only color in my mind as I pass out, blackout. The color black is my best friend and worst enemy. I beg for the day black is all I ever see again and I scream internally for help when it tries to be.