She doesn’t really know; how small mistruths lead to twisted lies. How regrets become poisoned water- causing pretty little things to wither. Die.

He looked at me with pale uncertain eyes covered with the light blue of cataracts. I tangle my fingers into his fur, feel the mat and knots of old age. My heart breaks as I bury my head into his fur, feel his strangled breathing. He doesn’t shift, move, or whimper. Tomorrow buddy. I’ll easeContinue Reading