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?