au revoir mon ami
"This is just the way things go," said the little black crow outside her violet window.
"When you twist the life in between your fingers, you find it breaks. "
Apple fidgets with her skirt and presses her long finger to her lips... "shhhhhh.... don't tell me these things. I prefer to live in a black velvet room. Turn off the lights and tuck me in."
When she sits outside she just looks up to let the blue in. When she looks down she gets vertigo, she is always spinning.
It was not always this way. There was something lovely around every corner. Now when she looks at the city all she sees is dirt. The layers and layers of dirt on a city where it never rains. Now it seems, the people are covered in dirt, maybe they always were, maybe she just could not see it.
When she looks now it is all black and the mid afternoon perfect blue. Suddenly her mouth is sour.
She leans onto her bed and traces the shadows of the trees with her fingers.
"Don't mind the cracks, "she whispers, " Si tu été dans le gris tu es dans le noir maintenant. J'embrasserai ton étoiles et dirai au revoir. C'est fini maintenant . Au revoir déception. Je ne tu manqueras jamais."