Hall of Suffering

The blade is drooling over the blood it has, your blood. Unperturbed by your gig of screaming, I chopped slender slices of your thumb. A minimal percentage of the deformed finger is left for you because you can suck on the fear till you graduate from my world-class school. The laptop on my desk is fully charged and I have to watch a documentary on Charles Sobhraj but you just won't shut the thumb up. You're putting ideas into my head...Sushi out of your tongue? Fuck it, I am not a fishy person. I am good, I am your expert guidance.

Blabber in silence, my patience is running thin.

I have done a great job on this short slideshow. Without wasting my energy put your eyes and ears on my presentation. The second slide shows the picture of a man with a burnt palm and the third one is of a woman who lost her wrist because a robber had demanded for her Apple watch. She had to pay a bomb (I mean a working wrist) for not spending her attention on his command. The following photograph is of a boy who eats with his feet because he has no hands. Poor guy, his hands were too delicate to bear the despotism of forced underage labour. Yes, the first slide is blank. That is your place in the Hall of Suffering.

Why are you crying? Is the thumb hurting you that bad? Okay okay, the slideshow, look at it closely. The fellow with a burnt palm, the woman without a wrist, the boy whose feet are his hands...They are not crying like you, such strong humans. 

Ah you cry baby, you have to be grateful because these people have suffered more than you. What? You need a dressing on that tiny cut? Antiseptic also? Man up brother, such a weakling!

What are you mumbling there?

'Pain is pain...It isn't about how big or small it is and what the hell is man up? Do men not have the testicles to cry? Please do not do this comparison business about who is a qualified sufferer. Is this a competition?’

Impressive, you got the catch. Quite a fast learner! The first-aid box is in the cupboard, I'll get it before the vortex of suffering snatches you away and the world loses another growing mind to mental illness.

©songbriti