[ 1 - Highway ]

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across the highway
full of speeding cars,
i see a ghost
inviting me to join her.
i dont see her face,
but her long black hair.
and when she turns,
she smiles
and mouths
its okay.
she stretches out her hand,
asking me to walk over.
i am tempted
and choose to move.
she smiles in glee
as i take my first step.
little did i know,
it was a choice id never regret.

short poetry || riley blackWhere stories live. Discover now