My eyes avoid…
Especially that one in the corner- It’s been watching me every time I walk by.
Seeping its way into the corner of my eyes, a lifeless green.
It sits in front of the window, forced to watch drops of water slide down the pane.
I hear it plead.
So I fill a cup and Pick withered leaves to prepare for moisten soil.
I generously pour water with a hum, as if I did it every day.
I envision a murderer watering roses on a grave she created.