If you looked up one night in September
You would’ve seen something you’d surely remember,
The memory of what you saw would plague you for many nights without end.
But you'll keep the secret of what you saw to yourself - you’d tell no friend.
Different accounts say different things about what happened that night
They say meteor showers, falling stars, shining lights
We know the truth, all they speak are lies,
Because each and every one of them are afraid to die,
Perhaps we’ll never know what happened that cold September night,
No pictures were taken, no evidence of it’s sight
No one knows what exactly happened that night to remember,
Or perhaps you do, if you looked up that one night in September
About the Creator
Niana G
I'm a 17 year old aspiring writer. Cats, space, and maybe some sort of dark shade of blue pretty much describes my vibe, both in real life and in writing.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author5 days ago in Fiction
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