My ghost story poem on Pedestal Poetry!
I count mile markers
on the highway as the night
grows darker.
And nothing is quite
starker
than the absence of light
by a parked car,
except for white,
fixed stars.
I see a ghost. A wight.
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My ghost story poem on Pedestal Poetry!
I count mile markers
on the highway as the night
grows darker.
And nothing is quite
starker
than the absence of light
by a parked car,
except for white,
fixed stars.
I see a ghost. A wight.
