Mayday
Someone kicked a bucket of match heads
At a wall with graffiti scrawled
About the end of the decade
Being the end for us
A bold stroke of brilliance
Rushed your brain like an oncoming truck
So we swallowed some pills
To annex our histories
Strobe lights fired away
In that last crystalline moment
I saw you screaming, “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!”
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