It was a secret
The sky saw it
It was a secret
The ocean licked it
It was a secret
The wind whispered it
But then the sky had no eyes
The ocean was without senses
And the wind was deaf
Not a single day wore an aid
Then how could it throw sentences?
YOU ARE READING
In The Darkest Night
Short StoryPaused. The clock stopped ticking. The moon stayed stilling. Even that filthy animal, cricket, Stopped rattling. They said, "paused." To hold my mama's hand. Cries are trying to mend. To swallow all this bitter end. But I hate this pause. Anyone, pl...
