The Healer

Melody

Sitting by the window I listened to the thunderstorm. A deep painful roar rumbled through the darkness. "It's alright Pickle" I say as I set down my joint to comb my long fingernails through Pickles fur. Pickle, I laughed to myself, who names a dog pickle? A flash of lighting bursts and suddenly everything goes dark. Great, I leaned back on the frame of the window sitting on the sill picking the old paint off, I finally got up to go look for some candles to light. But nothing, no candles just darkness. I walked back to the window to relight my joint when suddenly I bumped into the coffee table. Ouch, a picture frame suddenly lands on the floor and the glass shatters. "FUCK" I said out loud I turn the flashlight on my phone and look down at the ground. There laying on the ground lay a picture of the band beneath the shattered glass.  It's funny I thought to myself the broken glass is almost as broken as my life. I picked up the pieces of glass but left the picture on the ground. "What?" I said to Pickle as he met my bland gaze it's not like they're coming to get it anytime soon.