Melted multi- colored crayons diffused on the lean meat of an old acoustic guitar.
Blind colonies of ants were ready to combat the large cup of green tea, slowly turning into mold.
Blown by the naughty wind, wrappers of Lemon Square cheese cake were scattered on the slippery floor.
Unfolded rusty white shirt on our bed of majesty.
The sweetest perfume, your scent has exploded and made the four-cornered room feel relieved.
Coins under the wooden long table.
Horrible cries of the cats of sanity.
Bottles of Mogu-mogu were aligned on the corners of the room.
Master pieces of an unknown artist were posted on the wall.
Dummy paint brushes, unexpected bursting out of Latext paint.
Floor plans, perspective on blue print;
Unique drawings crafted on tracing papers full of smears were tampered with strange foot prints.
Chopped pencils, triangles, and other jargon in the field of art were captured by my natural camera.
The artist’s mixture of tears and sweat was absorbed by her fav’rite hankie.
Her fav’rite stuff, which I’m holding right now, still unwashed.
Proving how dedicated and superb she is.
Warble of curiosity attacked my frozen mind, wondered who the artist was.
A canister of mystery caught my attention;
A pair of eye glasses welcomed me.
Packs of marshmallow! It’s heaven!
What killed my sudden bliss was the moment of toxic glare from the eyes of the artist!
Oh it’s Chlara!