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.