As If It Were Night Always

And after the party,

I watched my friends stumble out with

glitter in their hair and bright eyes.

The boys would caress their backs and

ask them if they needed a ride home.

I wondered what it was like to be the kind

of girl where the night didn’t end the

moment you left a party.

I wondered what it felt like to live the rest

of your life as if it were night always-

never really leaving the party;

always with glittery hair and bright eyes.

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