“...bleached by darkness”
“Damn, I need eye bleach.”
“Excuse me while I go bleach my face.”
“After a breakup, I'll conduct the normal breakup rituals. I'll cut up photographs, erase voice mails, gather his dark concert T-shirts I once slept in and douse them with bleach before I use them to clean my bathtub.”
“What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.”
“My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.”