She picks a gob of mud and aims carefully
Splatch! It spatters down his clean (too clean she thinks) face
Then she sits back to sip her drink
But it makes her choke
Arsenic!
…she thinks in panic
And so the loquacious one is silenced
But it wasn’t fair play!!
Are her final unspoken words
* Last year, I began a new job, an unusual one that brought together all that I’d learnt in my twenties in the corporate world and since then about social media & writing. I moved out at the end of January 2013 and wrote my goodbye email to the people…
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
Where does the ego sit?
I went back to my alma mater, this time as faculty. It brought me even more lessons. Back to school is always learning.
Pain can be addictive. Science will tell you that your brain releases a tiny amount of dopamine each time you feel pain (perhaps to help you weather it). Dopamine, that pleasure creator that is responsible for our taking action towards a reward. But also the one that keeps us addicted…
The Good Place is a treatise in the Libra ethos.
psst arsenic doesn’t kill instantly…
Do I really read what I read (in between the lines) over here?
@ Nit Picker: Oops, it doesn’t? I guess the loquacious one will speak again then.
@ S: We are smart, we are evil and we know all, don’t we? 😀