PaintEmiaj Francinne M. Mendoza, Contributor
Splat. My mind lingers on a hue. It may be purple or a shade of blue. Blot. What could these tints mean? It’s so confusing like the color green. Swish. I drifted into naught, they said. Your ego is like a striking red. Splash. Haply, I lose my sight. I drown in an ocean of white. Drip. Uncover my masterpiece of paint. It’s the portrait of an uncalled-for saint. J |