“I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.”
“There’d been blood in his eyes and Johnny was dying, but it was the most beautiful and frozen dawn Elisha had ever seen. He’d laid on the ground and stared through red stains at a bloody sun and bloody clouds and night’s last death whisper. Even the blind remember a dawn like that.”
“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?”
“He guides my fingers under his hair to the nape of his neck. To the shape of a crescent moon.”
“I'd leave too, but i still had half a beer left. You can't just leave a beer like that. It's un-American”
“My hands are still bleeding, too bloody. Every stain once gone has returned, like a permanent mark of the sins I've committed.”