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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


What would it look like, to stop making things seem normal?

What would it mean, what would it feel like?

Would it feel better than this or worse?

If I let go and let everything come out

If I shouted and screamed and slashed and burned?

Because normal is only plastered on top.

The rot is underneath, doing the damage.

I came around the corner driving at forty, the car was stopped blocking my path.

To my left a brick wall, to my right a ravine.

I had no choice but to let the cars crash.


Car Crash

That car crash happened about eight years ago. It's the idea of the choice I was faced with which is resonating now.