“Overlaps” by Saanya Verma
Soaring past, a night black haze with eyes as piercing as swords;
The raven plummeted down towards me, a deadly lord of lords;
I breathed heavily, panting as I ran and as quickly as possible, ducked;
The bird missed me only by an inch but I was running out of luck.
A ring of fire formed around me, smoke propagating from the ground;
And soon enough an evil laugh ricocheted all around;
The scene changed, I found myself locked in a grey and empty jail;
I knew not where I was or what hour had struck but I knew indoors it hailed?
They crashed down upon me, small blocks of solid ice;
I said small but little did I know that they would grow in size;
A colossal cube fell from the sky, cascading downwards as I bled;
I found myself jolted awake in the safe comfort of my bed.
I let a scream escape from my mouth when in the mirror I peeked;
No longer were my swaying auburn locks but hair with strange grey streaks;
My honey eyes now dull black, my soft skin calloused and wrinkled;
An hour had not passed in my sleep but seventy years had trickled..