Snap.

It’s part of me –

the Snap.

 

It can be triggered by anything.

One minute

I’m fine

and the next,

 

I’m fucking not.

 

I’m a grenade,

just pull my pin

and I’ll explode.

 

Sometimes it’s meaningless things;

like –

someone chewing loudly.

You know the kind,

wet

and right up in your ear.

 

Other times

it’s the way in which

I’m spoken to.

Treated like an outcast

or worse

 

a child

who cannot make decisions

for herself.

 

That one,

really sets me off.

 

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