Nightmares are just dreams left to fester
They sit spoiled in the fridge of our mind
Offending our noses until finally in frenzy we claw through our fridge
hoping to find what gives off that gut wrenching smell
And just when we think we've discovered the culprit
The scent fades the memory of it even being there disappears
Until the fridge opens again allowing smells sweet and foul to imprint
Themselves in the pores and pockets of our minds
Enjoy. :D