party time

by Arran James

another night
bleary doused with numbing
stumble out
vomit catching in the breeze
towards some great redemption
lying raped and bloody
while children laugh and scream;
one day the sun will rise
after one of these wild nights
and there will be nothing
on which for it to shine
and on that day
all will have been set right.
try not to flinch.
let’s go out. let’s go out.
let’s go out.