The 34th Farewell

A taxi full of chaos, half-laughter, half-scream, Teeth bared like the moon bit down too hard. They’re going nowhere, And they know it— The meter’s running, The night won’t stop.

Paint smeared on faces, Eyes shining like streetlights through fog. Madness is contagious When the fare’s already paid.

Somewhere, someone’s still waiting for them to arrive, But they won’t. Not tonight. Not ever.