By MARINE JABBOUR
I am not writing a detective novel, although I like to read them
The poison that runs through your veins is a deadly one
I love the black vase
I put it in my room yesterday( hier soir )
I hate my desk when I become its prisoner
I tried to think of you on Monday, I couldn’t
All the colors remind me of e-things: blue: the e-window, yellow: an e-flower – red: my name written with blood
I should think of you for I know you
Which color shall I pick?
I climbed the stairs to say hi
I saw you stroll like a fool
Yea tried to take your vein to pull out the deadly poison
Black Color reflects your image on the vase
Little vase
My Black little vase
