Chasing humming birds 

Sitting in a grave yard smoking weed 

With the remains of a body name Dina. 

She does not remember her last name; 

Just that she had a bad boy complex 

In ending up in places she did not want to be. 

The darkness felt comforting under deep blue 

Diamond filled dots connecting 

Myths to legends linked to stories that had been passed down.

Curiosity had turned into four paws 

Running down back allies

Ever so gracefully in protected wings that regrew. 

God said his heart was black; 

And she said make mine black too. 

A contract that could not be undone.

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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