Relax, Dear, It's Only Paint

by Krystal Mia



She swipes left and right with the brush, thick and dripping with paint, round and round, across, creating her art.

She's away, gone giggling off with the pixies. They take her often.

Swipes left and right, across her canvas (this bathroom stall) imagining their disgust when they imagine they know what happened.

Red and brown.