Her lips were red red like passion red like plastic cups in dark rooms red like tiny pills and flushed cheeks red like the soft folds of rose petals, freshly bloomed and cut. red like sirens flashing, blinking fast, hot white fire burning. red like the glow of coals, after. red like ink, signed papers, red wet tongues lying. red, at last, like a gaping wound, in an open wide, red beating heart.