The Dealer

The Dealer greets you with its usual expression, one it assumes is pleasant. "What flavor of dream do you want tonight? Consumer." holding out an antique box, full of pretty little vials that glow disgustingly bright neon colors, a sharp contrast to the saturated filled room of grey haze. You've been here so many times you know which color you want, YELLOW is disgust, I want to drink down the bitterness which will lead RED as anger builds up from my disgust that taunts my inside as ORANGE goes to anxiety when the rage crashes down and I remeber my mistakes which leads to BLUE as I swallow the feelings of self loathing to make the tears that I wish to shed finally come to fruition till GREEN arrives and I'm jealous for the things that I lack inside going towards PURPLE as I remember one good action that will set me up for life till I fade to BLACK and remember that nothing matters and I never cared in the first place. as you reach out to pick the color of your choice-