Unfortunate lines

Everyone wants a piece of you,
She says,
I just need a little peace,
Mi says,

The wind in your hair,
The dust in your mouth,
Those sweaty soiled clothes,
Clean your brains,

She said,
Said the road to mi!


In conversation with Eir.
Gratitude to Shanks for the title.

After the supernova…

Black is just a color as pale as her.
Black is just the color of my star.
Black becomes what it is.
Black becomes a song of love.


K. K.


So… why do I sear?