Damocles’ stinking sword, fall on me!
Lays in wait, aims at me, I can’t flee. But wait there’s more!
I was paralysed with fear and sat through the meeting with my lab manager, looking down at the floor, saying nothing, until there was a long silence and we left the room.
I wanted to talk to someone about the stress I was enduring but also was afraid they couldn’t keep it secret, sparking uncontrollable rumours in the office.
I ended up keeping everything to myself. But wait there’s more!
Why had I been chosen?
Why had heartbreak fallen on me? But wait there’s more!