She had bullet eyes, that pierced through into my eyes; penetrated my soul ; and ricocheted off the inner most walls of my mind.  Fragments shatter through me. I’m dead and alive yet nothing frightens me. A dangerous gaze to be sure. It hurts something fierce, this insight into mine.

I focus on the lint lines on your black coat. Black boots. Black mascara. Black, black black … It’s all gone. You’ve lost your shine, you’re always tired.  Your routine is your new mould, has it been my fault that you’re repeating like this? the candle light flickers as it fights to stay alight. Empty …