“The Plant” was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle!
Update: It occurred to me that my use of “plant” might not cross cultures. Please tell me if I’m wrong. The definition of plant from the title refers to “someone who joins a group or organization to act as a spy or informer.” Sorry for any murkiness.
The Plant (74 words)
You are a monster.
You’ve stolen, imprisoned, killed.
I will catch you.
You charm. Your words glide around your victims, warm honey, sweetly seductive, silencing disparagers.
I detail your days while you remain oblivious.
Your words can’t taint me.
A siren’s song you sing. I am enraptured by your existence, your kisses a balm against the world you’ve made me forget until the moment the knife blade glints in the shrouded morning.