Today, I Watered the Plants

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.