MIDNIGHT
by Chrissy Engstrom

the grass is cool beneath my feet.
A cold breeze caresses my burning body
I gaze upward,
to see thousands of white lights
one soars through the air
in harmony with the black abyss

now a plane interrupts
a red star,
moving
it does not belong.

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