The Night

(Monologue used in Lilith, a film by Elizabeth Grace Evans)

Has life always looked like this? Just disguised by the exposure and bluer hues.

Is the dark the boldest spotlight we could’ve wished for?

Shine it on her and you’ll see the social divide glaring back at you.

Shine it on them and they’ll show you what they really thing of you .

Shine it on me, make me reminisce; make me live as if it will always be this way.

Just dark enough.

Just faded out enough.

But that might be it.

The clearest view is always hidden, cloaked in a grey acceptance, a devil handshake promising safety,

Promising a lack of consequence under the squinted blur of neon shop signs and sirens that sound too close.

And the sinners crawl out.

The sinners, the lost, the lovers, the confident and the scared; the people you know.

We all still exist at night,

Not transformed just amplified

In the seemingly fluorescent night and ‘is that a star or an aeroplane,

It’s hard to tell’, but either way they glow.

So should I be afraid of the way things change at night?

Or is it all just the same, only a different shade.