Pucker, as my sweetness sours. I am the source of breath and lead poison to you all. An Amazonian warrior.
I am your lady’s luck; flip the coin and I am petty greed. I am the Prius of your eco-savvy friend, the polluted, chemical-tinted lakes, your pigmented plants, and moldy pita.
My verdigris will contaminate your pallet forever. Your rainbow destroyed with the rain and competition. A menace to da Vinci but viridian to Van Gogh; an inspiration over the terrace.
I remain a copper creation, with carbonation, a malachite stalactite, sharp and hard. Oxidize me now, I am lies—falsification of what is naturally grown-- evidence of a world lost in fiction. Call me cobalt; call me zinc. What does it matter? I am a distortion all the same.
-- Brittany Bishop is a graduate student studying to obtain her Masters in Counseling: Art Therapy degree and licensure. She loves the arts, animals, and plotting ways to change the world. Brittany believes in the equality of all beings and that life in all its forms deserves respect, happiness, and quality living.