She falls fast, letting his lies of a
Perfect
Garden
Perforate
Her ears,
Unaware that the
Prepossessing
Flowers are weeds in disguise.
She speaks his name now,
As if it is a curse - a foul word
That means slaughter.
She bares her teeth,
A cornered
Predator
Unaccustomed to the feeling of being
Prey.
"You're all freaks."
He smiles stitches.
"And here you are,
Caught in our freak show."
