One thousand two hundred and twenty-eight,
Google Docs counted the words.
One thousand two hundred and seventy-two
more to go, I counted and recounted.
Eighty-nine mistakes so far,
reminds Grammarly, the fault-finder.
Forty of them “analyse” with a “z”.
and still, I’m not sure which is right.
Twenty minutes to EOD,
but alas! ChatGPT is down.
My brain has stalled; the words won’t flow
while time runs in a perpetual race.
References await formatting and
I’m pages away from the “conclusion.”
Not just the first two hundred words,
the whole paper is “abstract”
The fan is spinning at five.
That’s how far the regulator will go,
Yet, drenched in sweat, I sit.
My heart beats a drum.
Deadline was announced a month ago.
Six days ago, the topic chosen.
Yet, here I am, panicking at the eleventh hour.
Just when I give up all my hope
and take refuge in my bed,
phone crawls up my hands,
fingers caressing it carelessly.
A vibration:
One new message by CR –
“Deadline extended to tomorrow EOD”
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Article 19 