Five Minutes of Peace by Sameeksha Singh (16, India)

Opening my eyes,
Staring at the cerulean void with half-closed eyes.
The ridge of moving cotton dune in the azure desert.
Scribbling and scrawling,
Composing my notions.
The chain breaks and there's a crack,
a crevice from which the sunlight escapes,
the blaze scorching my exfoliated skin.

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Drinking coca-cola in a coffee mug.
The obscure line between hallucinations and imagination.
Lavender fragrance.
My soul imbibing the color purple.
I feel a hand on my shoulder,
jerked out from the mystical vortex,
I see the world aflame.
I'm trapped in lapis lazuli,
the omnipotent into a deep slumber.
​Perhaps he lost the keys.