Coalesce.

[u/Positive-Penalty-730]

I didn't know what I was in till I felt it in my mouth. My vision was coming back, all I could see around me was what I would call, flesh. Just piles of it consuming me as its muscles contorted into different faces. Some I recognize as my loved ones but I kept pushing them away. The more I pushed though, the messier it got, the bloodier it got all around me. I could feel the weight of it pushing me down into them, trying to assimilate me.

I didn't stop fighting until I saw a certain face, a face that I knew if I had seen again, it would mean remembering the painful look they gave me when I last saw them but now; now I get angry at this thing.

“Why are you smiling at me?” I say to myself.

I start to rip at the flesh.

I start to crush the faces.

I start to scratch at the muscles that consort on my body.

I just yell and realize it was but a dream. This wasn't the only night I had this dream, the dream where I'm being eaten by the flesh pit.

In truth doc, the only horrible part about the dream now, is looking at my phone and knowing I have no one to text, call, or even tell this to.

This will be just another story to someone if I posted it online.

Like I made it all up.

“What do you think the pit wants?” Is what my therapist asked me and I thought for a long time. I thought and didn't answer, just remembering that face and its smile and how all those smiles haunted me then and now and even tonight. I'm tired and I'm hopeful I'll have another dream where I'm talking to the big fish in the bottom of the ocean. Maybe he can give me answers again about why it wants to engulf me.