In my mind I see myself driving, stopping at the light that goes from green to yellow to red; then the red that glows on to overpower everything, that pulsates to thin liquid transparency like a bloody jellyfish.
  I seem to remember it running into the rain. Curls of red that mushrooms out to marble peels of crimson and puddles of diluted, dirty water. Icy, it runs down my neck and my spine.
  Clean now, my tank fills up. Submerged and dumb in a solid Styx for minutes and minutes that run into what seem like hours... a hundred years aren't very long at all, if you're dead.