Cleaner

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 blow 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.”