a night together

As I watched the night sky,

a shooting star streaked across the abyss,

interrupting the blood moon’s performance

illuminating the dark stage.

The bright streak lasted for a second,

my lonely dismal eyes chasing it against the black canvas.

A flash of memories against the infinite specks of outcomes,

a reminder of the last time we spent a night together.


Justin martin


Justin Martin loves science fiction movies and enjoys introspection through his writing. His hobbies are writing short stories that have magic realism with crazy plot twists. Besides writing, he is dedicated in trying new things outside of his comfort zone and prides himself in being a person true to himself. He definitely believes that Mace Windu is still alive for episode nine of Star Wars.

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