Is that red lipstick you’re wearing? And are those roses
on your dress? Vinny, do you have flowers in your hair?
You smell sweeter that I remember; and your hair is longer
than I recall. Why is there eyeliner running down your cheeks?
Is that a gun you grasp in your hand? And why
are you barefoot? Dearest, why are you screaming?
Have you lost your handbag? And why are your stockings torn?
Sweetheart, please take that gun out of your mouth.
You’ve been gone for days. We looked for you; we searched,
Vincent, why is there blood running down your legs?