I sipped from my 'rinse' mug
Without knowing it isn't my coffee
I spit the taste
Of water and pigment combined
Of acrylic and tragedy mixed with
Loose bristles, and residues
Of dust and every little thoughts
And excess paint

If I had accidentally drank it thoroughly
I may not remain alive

So I set it aside.
I started resuming painting with oil
The smell of the thinner
and linseed oil fills my room
I kept inhaling paint...