<<--current mood: red velvet ©
The Brooklyn sky set on a night meant for things other than celebration. On a night where she was halfway home and halfway lost.In the kitchen that morning, she left behind four eggs boiling on the stove with the windows open. The morning sun seemed so distant last night. Fleeting memories of red lips pressed on a glass of rose, telling lies that somehow felt right. Knowing well, careless laughter would only hide her truth for a little while. He told her, you are the one who will tell them what it means to see a sunset on the rooftop of this third story apartment. He kissed her forehead and sang her a silly little lullaby about how in this city, life isn’t what it seems. The pretty little broken girl smiled and believed it. She’s been that way for quite a while——-A believer of sorts. That night, afraid of being stripped of her being, she faithfully prayed four times for her soul to break free. The first to Jah, The second to Jesus, The third to Allah, and the fourth to the daddy that was never around. Waiting for someone to respond atop the swirling skies and tell her everything would be alright. Wishing she could just disappear like the smoke at the loose end of his cigarette. And she did as he took her where the sinners danced and angels wept. In the kitchen this morning, she picked up the 2,000 little pieces of herself left behind and closed the window. Got up, brushed herself off, said she wasn’t the type. Hiding herself behind a red velvet smile, she told him she’s seen better days than Brooklyn.
