Mirrors on wall
Reflects
The last layer of skin
Sheds
Falls under the feet
Crumbles
Crackling noise finally
Sings
The raw and naked
Reveals
The moment created
Imprints
The soft and vulnerable core
Blossoms

Wooden palette and the hand
Cigarette and the long fingers
Black velvet, smoke and the lips
Ring and the nose, flamboyance and the body
Paints
...
Just one color dipped deep
...
Inside the empty canvas
...
Words spoken and the red lips-
"Yellow is the color, the true one"