Dark lipstick and sexy smirks

It's only when the city sleeps

that I join the world.

I thrive in darkness

The quiet of the night

or the smell of liquour and

sounds of

drunken laughter;

clicking heels on concrete

and someone

holding up a girl

with vomit in her hair.

shadows easily blur details of

inferiority.

flirting with

the twinkling lights

and fireflys.

a temporary moment,

easing the pressure of

enjoying sunlight-

enjoying the morning-

supressing happiness

in favor of forced smiles and

empty productivity.

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