Exam Prayers Poem by Andreas Vesna

Waiting anxiously with my skin dampened in the clammy grasp of my cotton fleece, yet the blue pen and lead pencil perched on the front cover are soothingly calm.

Mouths from all the room's breadth collectively mumbling like the static on the radio in the corner to Him above. Their outstretching minds flare out relentlessly asking for a sacred touch, grappling like the ivy outside the window.

The bell of horror rings unashamedly. The spectacle has started.