May 1, 2013
At first, I thought it was black mail – one of the power players in this place catching her in one of her old tricks and trickling down made her do his bidding or else.
But she was no guppy, and had simply managed to swim into a bigger pool than she was used to, full of bigger fish she could tickle with her whiskers, and she liked the play, knowing down deep she would never escape unscathed – the pool she swam in or the life role she chose.
Each new scheme served simply as a platform for a death dance she would eventually lose.
She sought to get out of each situation as much as she could before the music stopped.
But she never thought someone would actually love her for what she really was, down deep.