Sirens scream splitting white with sound the black night like so much lightning gone awry. City scream whistles revolve around and around like cats fighting in spring on fences. Inarticulate arcs zigzag yellow, explode quarter notes and float like Milky Ways seen silent and drunk. The mouth bleeds. You read of blood.
Red droplets splotch the page.
You think death begins, but red fades to orange, and the pages whiten again except where words move the eyes quickly back and forth like the siren sounds in subtle night.