Fiction

The girl who reads fiction

Her best friend, her pen 

She lives in a fantasy

 Believing that it’s meant to be 

Her nose always in a book 

And yet she took

 A million livetimes to realise

Her real life has died. 

The first minute, knowing sheer beauty

 Knowing magic exists 

To crouch down upon a knee

To pray upon fantasies 

The last second, realising you can never obtain 

The sheer magic. Just the pain

To realise each second you were thriving jubilantly in another sphere 

The end of mankind, the last moment was near 

Oh! How it feels to be tied down by fantasies

While you believe your elevated by these dreams 

I read all I wanted, yet centuries of passionate reading never got 

The fictional characters I wanted. Now they just rot… 

-Veruschka Pandey, 3/12/21