Club Culture by Lois Linkens


club culture by Lois E. Linkins

the week meets its end, lectures all done. assignments complete, now time for fun! time to do shots, and dress to impress, cry over outfits, then wear even less. bop to a beat in a deafening room, silhouettes blurring in an alcoholic doom. stumbling home, with a box full of chips messy and sweaty, your high never dips. you crawl into bed, to meet dizzy dreams, memories of vodka and bright laser beams. when morning comes, the nausea sets in, in bed all day, keeping close to the bin. your flat-mate comes knocking – ‘you up for tonight?’ your headache starting searing as they switch on the light. you wipe off the makeup, and heave yourself up pour out some cheap wine in a chipped dirty cup. the cycle keeps going, for night after night – headaches, vomit, and the end’s not in sight. it’s endless excitement, going out on the town – isn’t it? you think, as you chug the drink down.

[Lois writes for Sudden Denouement and describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. It is a pleasure to present her work, and we ask you to take a second to look at more of her wonderful work. Loislinks]



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