A pale canvas lies before you.
You pick up your paint brush and think.
An artist deciding what to make.

What shall you create?
Horizontal lines in a row?
Diagonal ones?
Maybe vertical?
Should they intersect?

Your face is pensive as you make your strokes.
With each glide of your tool, vivid red invades the emptiness.
Sighs of relief escape your lips as you finish.

A ****** wrist, your masterpiece.