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Jan 11
When I get frustrated
and angry,
I wear emotions
in a language that gets written all over my face.

I wear
incandescence
like the traffic police
wear high-vis jackets

like graffetti
says “look at me”
to passing trains

and it feels like the very last nerve in my body
has been exposed
and people are queuing up to go for a ride on it.

My expression reads -
“stay away”
“approach with caution”.

But when I snarl,
it’s not that I’m snarling,
really.

It’s just,
I don’t want you to see me cry.
Catherine McCabe
Written by
Catherine McCabe  38/F/Belfast
(38/F/Belfast)   
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