“Use the first fourteen lines of the next fourteen songs in your playlist to create your own poem. The first line of number fifteen is the title.”

Mary, what is it?
If anyone was headed for the gates of hell I know you’d be first
Here’s a song
Come back and haunt me

Hand in glove
It’s tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half
Well, I met you at the blood bank
It’s a beautiful night

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
In the cold stone walls
Sharp disaster in a fresh new coma
Falling over backwards for you

I was feeling sad
Goodness sometimes things get bad