(I had to write to Prince today.  Day 158…)

Love, come quick.  Love, come in a hurry….

Dusty and priceless
Have been under guard since the last War
When a neighboring country decided my land was theirs
Peace treaty meant nothing
There was destruction
In the name of this priceless artifact
My heart
Mayan jewel
Protected by those who predict doom

Who’d want to steal?
Why pilfer that which could the apocalypse?
Shit, it may come anyway
But the end of the world feels safer
If you’re there
Please hurry.