by Katie Kunkel
Dripping hues of emeralds and Cerulean,
Clear water made muddy with a dip of the brush.
Chalky, powdered bone, white and milky,
A swipe away from a ruddy, bloody blush.
Harsher bristles create grassy foothills,
Cotton makes for fluffy skies.
Place a house, or tree, or person
Or with a blot, plot their demise.
Over forests, rivers, towns, and cities
Midnight’s harsh black lines draw borders.
Everything in its proper place,
For tainted water to bleed over.