Because one is beauty and one is decay
Because they’re both French
And French things are beautiful
Like those wispy girls, who are skin and bones,
Dragging their paper thin legs in their louboutins
Leaving the red sole behind them

And the word “coquette”
Because it sounds beautiful and ***** at the same time
Like all vain women

As I breathe in the smoke
I feel weightless
Skinny
Until my mouth is fire
Like a phoenix
But I will soon become ash
Floating loftily above the ground
With my cigarettes in my chanel purse

Lately,
I've been thinking
and dreaming through that rose colored glass
those puffy white sheets
they swallow me
whispering "stay here"
and Oh, it's tempting,
comforting,
the light is only bearable through that glass.

It’s the slow silence of the time of night;

Teasing tempting my vulnerable mind.

The sky blankets over the morning light;

The stress of my backbone slowly unwinds.

My fascinated eyes; the moon pours in.

The stars lean to kiss my awaiting lips.

Recollection of memories and sins;

They seem to mirror the above eclipse.

The masking of dark from light chills my soul.

My fading consciousness blurs my bold thoughts;

Sleep comes to take my mind away in whole.

My body breathes a sigh; no more distraught.

I gradually creep to my dreams once more.

Where my mind calmly begins to explore.