Young Creatives Competition

Trodding on tepid waters
piranha’s nip
and suckle on
freshly brewed blood vessels
hiding in opaque shadows
that hover between doom
and hope, diluted.
Tingling sensations
run up uneasy spines
as we hand in,
yet another pound
of our naked flesh
to the icy stare
of juries.
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Om Sai Ram.
Please let us be blessed.

Cross your fingers peeps.
One iota of my, our, career expectantly hangs upon the decision that a bunch of judges make in a dark room with free booze.