41.

Exam


The hand ticks slowly round the face
Shuddering to that final second
Dragging me closer, tick by tick
“Nearly time” I tell myself

The fingers round my pen are slick with sweat
A cold panic inside. I scream.
Drowned out by scratch of pen
No-one hears

“Time” is called
I close the paper, hand it in
I can only hope
The worry continues…