White is sterile, the color of nothing.
White is not clean but cold.
No mistakes and no eraser
marks, unlike my soiled
list of symptoms.
Paper covered in stains and folds.
White is the space inside the box they’ll put you
wrongly in. Seeking to treat your obvious disease.
Green, doctor, is all I need.
Show me someone else who’s rainbow and I’ll feel seen.
You’re deranged, babe.
Doctors wear white.
They’re here to erase your technicolor spark.
Honor Zetzer (@life_ofhonor) is a recent graduate from Johns Hopkins University, where she studied Economics and Environmental Studies. She has been writing poetry and short fiction as a hobby for two years and believes deeply in the power of sharing experiences through art.