Nightlife

The night outside might be gray and dull
Hell, it might even be pouring
Our bitter lives feel void and null
But tonight,
Yes tonight we are soaring

Tonight magenta light bounces off bottles
And feet fly on up to our ears
We are friends, we are foes, we are fathers and daughters
We are dumb, we are wise for our years

We are fat, we are thin, we wear hats, we drink gin
Our speech is both slurring and clear
No matter the sleet on the street flowing in
There is no indication of fear

For life is the fight against party of death
Joy knows a word against hate
There is faith, there is force in our laboring breath
Because we?
We are siding with fate

Maggie Crow is a freshman Honors student majoring in English and Creative Writing.