She died during a thunderstorm, on the darkest morning in years, and I was ruined and undone and left raining like a leaf. It was fourteen degrees below on a screeching March 23. Don`t look me in the eyes now, there ain`t nothing in there to see. Jet black, slick and wide and glued to the walls. Last night the whole of hell came down to bathe and dine with us and I met the strangest woman with skin that smelled like rust. She said "I`ve been in a crowd of thousands and each one had eyes like you. Yes, I`ve been in front of millions and they all had eyes like you. Jet black, slick and wide and glued to the walls."
