The story’s spread across the sheet of paper, like a crook without a cause. Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four, now hit the floor. Above the cluster of sticks and twigs, I stand with the game rigged to win. Club in hand, now it’s time to land this one.

Forgive me this day, it was the only way to get things going. Time to board the ship that’s set my path underneath the match.

Number One, let’s get the ball rolling.

“Dodge now!”

They’re yelling excuses through a heart-shaped piece propelling to the front of the cockpit. Insert the key and lock it. Among the trapped ones, pick the kid that looks the most beautiful.

Lift him up, for all the people to see and know that his star is rising. Worship this boy, for you saved his life. Throw your head back - It’ll be in the epitaph. Distortion of time and place has made this bed a grave.

The angels sing, but do you hear it? Don’t be surprised when they come to claim. The linoleum is where the blood was stained.

The metronome clicked and the clock rang - for it’s too late to back out of this fight.

The beautiful boy, you’ve taken his life.