Myrha's Blog

  SPIRIT     I'm studying a handout and getting groggy this fine Sunday afternoon in my department's building ; a short time after one of my yawns  this person walks past, makes a U-turn and comes back, a tight smile on his face.  Geek alert!!! The glasses, the smile, the intensity of his gaze. I like...   He joins me on the bench, his arm trembles a little as he cleans the seat; this is the last thing I need now, right now I don't want any social fumbling around me, I'm already exhausted from the heat wave, "Bikonu ,what is  that smell?" I ask myself, it's  pleasant, too pleasant for a geek. In my experience, geeks smell like they've been indoors for too long, a stuffy aftermath imbues their bodies and personalities; sometimes they smell like unwashed, sweaty clothes, but this one, he smells...   We talk, we have similar interests, we exchange numbers, we talk some more. We talk God, feminism, Forex, sexual abuse and he  actually list

  LESSER THAN II    "Four is lesser than three, is this true or false?" "False!" Four is a number, three another number but four is greater than three, this is the law, this is the reason why we can buy and sell - inequality. "That is correct," I hear her low voice approve.   I die another death but I know I'll live this time because it has happened many times before and I know when the beating is too hard for my body to take, I do not even try to run - it only fuels the hits.  This time I have nobody to defend myself for, this time I am not pregnant. When the tide ebbs, we would make up again, again. Let it go.   I should protect my face first, now that I hear the click of metal, his belt's buckle. Ah! I like the sound it makes in the air. Sometimes, the pain is pleasurable, those times when he is not drunk; when he actually takes his time to hurt me numb, yes!!! It is only when I am numb that the pleasure starts to trickle in slow