Bathroomful

Bathroomful of Gas Explodes as Door Opens

[…]somebody or something hiding behind her long face and lusterless skin—watching him (or anybody who would carelessly wander into their chaotic field of vision) with the lecherous nosiness of gossip-mongering neighbors: a bathroomful of eyes, a wild profusion of eyes, Erika’s furtive eyes.

Suzi Dishcloth went home, and she took an eye-pencil / an ounce of laughter / some water from the fountains of Venus / some colours forged by the sun blazing through the trailing tiara of a burning meteorite / some jewels plucked from the coolest caverns / a bathroomful of toiletries / and she got herself ready,[…]