Copper They told me I would float away unless I filled my fists with pennies, listened to whatever they had to say. I’m scared of heights so I searched for pennies everywhere– ran into the road while cars challenged me, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk while people angrily stared and dodged me. But they must understand; they had to find their pennies too. I would even pick them up heads down, despite the warnings. I’m not afraid of a little bad luck– just heights. But I got tired of being so weighed down all the time. The copper tainted my hands. For awhile, I only drank blood. I saw other girls float away and I wanted to be like them. One by one, I let my pennies fall face down. I passed my bad luck right back to them and let my feet lift off the ground. I’m only a little bit scared of heights, after all. Note: This artist is not interested in receiving critical feedback on her work.
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