the youngest sibling locks herself in the bathroom,
peering into the mirror,
she observes the soft face before her
- it is freckled, a round nose.

she removes the stained article of clothing,
inspecting her curves for evolving figures,
life fast-forward footage of a blossoming carnation.
her ******* are pale against a strand of light,
reflecting upon her hips from the silver bath head.

her father knocks on the door.
"i'm fine!" she cries.
as she stood over the running bath, it glided down her thigh,
like watered down paint, evolving across the canvas.