"I just stared at it" Moments passed and I kept sitting on my old chair, hugging my legs to my torso. "It seemed like my emotions spilled from anywhere." Toward me the canvas on the wall remained, and the story returned. "I didn't mean to do any harm to you" I whined and hugged my legs tighter. The salty liquid kept running. "I know I left you out but I was in need" Inside of me anger was cooking. I screamed at her but words weren't visible. "I'm I'm HUMAN!" I swallowed my wastes and hasted "I'm not like you... You're perfect and Finished and look at your room so... So furnished and clean" I looked to the living r"Beloved Woman on the Canvas", talking about a painted woman that psychologically attracts men that are in her apartment.