“Bang!” The door slams shut.
But not before the last one enters.
A year of preparation,
All in the name of this day.
This day will choose our fate.
Do we pass or do we fail?
“Your time starts now!”
A cry here, there a raised hoof.
A butcher’s scanning eye.
“Here is my proof,”
Together we sigh.
A rattle of metal. A rattle of wood.
As though sprayed blue, on them sets a mood.
Red lights scream, alarm bells flash.
Nails bleeding ink, eyes watering black.
Their final test. Pressure causes cracks.
But do we fail or do we pass?
Written after my AH chemistry prelim, 030212