“Who knew that when you cut a slit in the belly of the night sky, it bled color?”
“…when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.”
“you wouldnt knew a good thing if came up and slit your throat!”
“I would assign every lie a color: yellow when they were innocent, pale blue when they sailed over you like the sky, red because I knew they drew blood. And then there was the black lie. That's the worst of all. A black lie was when I told you the truth. ”
“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
“The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?”