Imaginary Friend an array of flowers, sitting in the garden— the ruby red tulips, the oceanic blue cornflowers; their fragrance, addicting; i walk out, barefoot, feeling the unruly lime-green grass pokes me, the dewy nature combatting the heat as i endure the rays of the sun; i step on a vine, carelessly left on the ground. i stay still, as it wraps its arms around me, enclosing me in itself— a trap, yet i find no will to leave; its forest green fingers spreading their poison as its thoughts flow down my body, calming me with its lullaby. all my fears slip away, vanishing into the breeze, perhaps landing on another victim; but i close my eyes, and keep imagining my garden.
Nikkita Pandey
Originally published in Uplift Magazine
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