Echoes

I open my eyes to find myself deep inside a cave,

pitch black vision and echoing footsteps.

In front of me I can hear

liquid dropping into a puddle or sea,

so I stand still

thinking of ways to not drown myself.

From some path ahead,

a loud screech strikes,

Startled I step back…

SPLASH!

Sinking in a thick liquid,

a liquid that was whispering

all the things I had written

in each of my exams.

The ink found its way back

to the author who shaped it,

ruthlessly seeking for the meaning

behind every letter and word,

filling my mind with unshakeable worries.

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