blinding light on the midnight drive
the road dissolves to white static
and I witness the dancing ghosts
among the branches and vines
before the mist rises
the dark descends
and the night stills again

blinding light on the midnight drive
the road dissolves to white static
and I witness the dancing ghosts
among the branches and vines
before the mist rises
the dark descends
and the night stills again

Ava Lynn Archer is a fantasy author who might occasionally be caught writing in between reading books, cuddling cats, giggling at corny memes, and binge-watching c-dramas.
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