tears fill up the crow’s feet, bends of the nose, all possible crevices on her face and finally drip down the edge of her chin dimple.
marked by a red nose and flushed cheeks as if someone rubbed some beat beets on them.
a thin strand of saliva symbolic of the puppy yelps broadening and narrowing with the width of her mouth.
the abrupt breaths break and try to take control of themselves simultaneously.
the sweat makes all her pores invisible and she beams like molten wax.
with strength mustered, looking at her reflection, she wonders if the world deserves an artwork so intense.