In the lab you are not the priority

I cross the glass door

And another set of rules

Sits on my shoulders and shouts.

Hands are hesitant,

the risk analysis is fast,

The location controlled,

My breathing not a priority anymore.

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Friend conspirators

Shying away from the heat of the day,
we all slowly gather in the corner
Like old friends
We tell the personal lesson
that we learnt today.
Like Brownish snails
with a load of wisdom,
We hide and secretly plan,
Dreaming and building
A new life to come.

Revenge will

Routine and curiosity killed the cat.
After shouting questions falling in thin air
And donating uniqueness to a future not his,
The wise woman sits still and observes the decline.
A million scenarios run through his head
Some fascinating, some of no effort
And tickle his will of revenge