Fallout (Crank 3)

GENERALLY

Things feel

about the consistency

of milky oatmeal.

With honey.

Raisins.

Nuts.

Most days,

I wake up relatively

happy. Eat breakfast.

Go to school.

Come home.

Dinner.

Homework.

Bed.

Blah, blah, blah.

But sometimes,

for no reason beyond

a loud noise or leather

cleaner smell, I am afraid.

It’s like yanking myself

from a nightmare only,

even wide awake,

I can’t unstick myself

from the fear of the dream.

I don’t want to

leave my room.

CAN’T BEAR THE THOUGHT

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Of people staring, I’m sure