Past the Whiskey Cowgirl
A poem about the party by Allie
showed up 11:45ish.
Walked past the Whiskey Cowgirl set in full-on bat-cape getup.
Spotted a goth ducking into an alley and darted after, into the shadows.
Where in the distance glowed the soft purple of the underside entities, whose lights are spent in staying up all night.
Pieces of someone’s lawn electroplated in copper where they check IDs.
A shrouded figure, its face a glowing question mark, had what looked like a breakdown in the corner, in the shadows.
Thumping bass and sweat steam from the door into the warehouse above.
As you ascend the ramp, a wolf skates by. A small, focused group pass, distributing glowsticks.
Someone is making noises happen, and the rave crew is out to work.
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