Flowers

The flowers whisper cruelly
Watching you
They realise what you’ve done.
Look away from them!
they might see you staring
What if they know what you’re
thinking?
They might tell somebody…

Stupid woman. Stop being stupid;
Flowers can’t talk.

...they’re still whispering, though.
That’s rude, isn’t it?

She always told you not to whisper.
She said, “It's bad manners to whisper.”

They ought to learn some manners.

Cut their heads off
That’ll make them stop.
There’s scissors over there; look
Pick them up
Don’t worry, it's fine. They can’t talk,
remember?
Do you remember?
Yes, you remember all right. Ha!
They deserve it.

They’re the ones in the wrong.
They're the ones who messed up everything in your life, those damned little flowers! How dare they? How dare they?

Make sure they’re dead.
Dead as dead. Deader than dead. All dead!
That would hurt them, wouldn’t it?
Being alive,
I mean,
laying there in pain, I mean.

You had better clean that up
The sap.

It’ll ruin the carpet.

Clever girl.
That’s my girl.