I am Green

I am the kiss of creation.

My curves are supple hills, my edges jagged tree lines. I am the sky that begins to taste hail, sour on my tongue, violent even before it falls; the weeds growing between concrete cracks, determined to live, to defy.

I am the breath of destruction.

You will not find me until it is too late, a coiling python, envy writhing beneath my scales, venom laced in my words. My hue lies in sickness, in death, in greed; you will either kill for me or die at my hands. Either way, I will not have mercy.

I am fear, and to be feared. I am love, and to be loved.