Finale. Noir. (Elle est cassé)
Picture black and white,
American in Paris ?
Walking languidly between archaic buildings,
Light rain falls
Mist, not in the shadow, formed by streetlamps
Each doorway a darker shadow (can you feel this ?)
Dampness in her hair
Clinging to her bones
Elle est cassé
Plus de cassé, elle est seule.
Now, the only friend is Grief
Le genre de souffrance qui ne finit jamais
Like midnight film Noir are we (Black on White)
Cigarettes and sins
God, I crave a cigarette; the sublime swirl of smoke in my nostrils! (First time in 15 years)
The drama of Noir is too close to truth
Where love is a Disaster
And all of it lies in ruins
In Noir film, the characters always love the Worst Choice
It destroys them
Love destroys itself
Ha ! (Do you laugh ?)
And You Remain Alone
"Night. All is Broken."
© 2011 Regina J. McMurray
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