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by Jenna Levine, 2023

I twist open the cap,

And tip the bottle over.

The colorful liquid pours out onto the pallet.


My soft brush

Pushes into the paint

Spreading it around the flat pallet.


The canvas, stretched,

Plain and white,

Ready to be defaced


The first stroke is always The scariest

Breaking the white of the canvas

Removing the silence of the blank surface


Once I start

I can’t stop.


I’m waving my paint brush back and forth,

The strokes come naturally,



I paint

And paint


Until the painting is finished

I step back



I hate it.