oh cruel pearson vue

pearson lingers, silent, cruel. time limps forward, then staggers, then falls.
The world moves, but I do not—
chained to this purgatory, choking on dust.

I refresh, I curse, I kneel.
fngertips numb, throat raw from silence.
the LNAT looms, its judgment locked away,
dangling like salvation I will never touch.

tell me, did I fall, did I fly, or was I never even truly in?
the number sleeps behind the veil,
laughing, laughing, laughing at me.

somewhere, mephistopheles grins,
fingers tapping against my ribs.
not yet, not yet- he whispers,
as the hours rot inside my chest.