she started the way other silhouettes did;
clean, pure, a scratch out of sight.
she was a blank canvas with no watercolor
until she met him.
he provided her with every possible color,
from lavender, to rouge, to wine.
it was after countless of seconds
that he smeared azure on her.
garnet soon followed.
raven did not want to be left behind either.
what used to be a porcelain canvas
had now turned into a parade of colors
with holes and scratches in the fabric.