By Matthew Roberts


Waking up in a crazed fear,

from nightmares that have

glued my T-shirt to my chest

with sweat so much that I

cannot seem to breath.  I

rip off my T-shirt over my head.

Before I throw it into the corner

of my room, I wrap it up tight

into a ball, to keep all the secrets

of the night safe, and trapped until

the morning, when I’ll wash it all away.


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