‘Blank Page’ is written on the blank page. The white page is pink.
“Léigh anois go cúramach, ar do scrúdpháipéar, na treoracha agus na ceisteanna a ghabhann le Cuid A”. The beep never stops. There has never been a time before the beep.
The rustle in the quiet oh the rustle will drive you mad the rustle of pages turning always turning you are still on page one.
The boy behind you has stopped coughing. Your hands are slippery with blood. You can’t hold the pen.
You scramble wildly through your page your calculator must be here some where there’s still time-CRACK- you stare numbly at the shards of broken protractor in your hands.
You run for the door, you can see light you can almost feel the warmth of the sun, you step out the door into- darkness. A dark and sunless world. you shiver.
Years pass. You are happy, content. It is all behind you. You wake up in a sweat. Your family, your car, your job, it was all a dream. You’re late for English paper one. You wake up in a sweat. You don’t know what is a dream and what is reality. You will never escape.
Remember when people used to gossip “are they gay together?” Like is that phrasing (“gay together”) still in use because I haven’t heard it for like a decade and I kinda like how weird and ambiguous it is