Poetry: Midnight Drive

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

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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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