Call mayday on me
Empty bottle in the bin
Numb fingers
Phone clatters the floor
Skids across the tile
Hello? Hello?
Miss are you there?
Can you hear me?
No
She can't hear you
Call mayday on me
Sirens going off
The alarm rings at the station
Radios crackle
Tires squeal
Unit 305 responding
Subject is female, 5'4
18, lives with her family
But she doesn't
Not really
Call mayday on me
Cars pull over
The world pauses
For a second
Maybe they worry
In the same way I used to
Funny story
The first time I drove with a permit
There was a funeral procession
Endless lines of cops and cars
All in a row, lights on
Bringing a child home
In the streets they grew up
For the last time
I didn't cry
Even though I wanted to
Pulled over on the side of the road
Waiting
I think we all held our breath for a minute
And thought
Pondered
Life
Or maybe we didn't
Maybe I was alone there too
It's okay
When the sirens pass
You can keep driving again
And life can resume
Call mayday on me
The ships going down
Mayday, Mayday
Good bye everyone
Mayday, Mayday
A child's hand waving
Mayday, Mayday
The church bells rung
Mayday, Mayday
One last time
Mayday, Mayday
Everyone, Good bye.
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After (2024)
Storie breviIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
