The Basilisk. Poem by Mia Bouhabib

It will pull you down the drain,
and it will feel like your hanging from a crane,

the basilisk you think,
and then you see it wink,

it's the end you heard something say,
it's the end of your day,

as he opened his giant mouth,
you knew it was definitely the end of your youth,

you fell in a dark space, it was the end of your race,

your skin started to burn,
and your stomach started to churn,

as i let out my final scream,
i woke up, and really it was just a dream.