Fiction [March 30th | 83/365]

He gave you a fake kitten
With a real flower perched between plastic fangs
Playfully and coyly he'd insist the kitten was real
Just as living as any other creature
Not a truth or a lie it was fiction fun and joyful
It made you think you knew when he was lying
But the lies were serious and told with insistence
And when challenged he'd imply and insinuate
He didn't understand why you had to hurt him

Now you don't go into the garden
The glimmer of the dew isn't yours
The taut vibrations of insects and the mobile shade
The smell of moisture and sound of dryness
You leave them alone along with the flower bed
Where the plants are allowed to die
In the soil they grew in