Perfect onyx marbles.

Black. Immaculate.

Lovingly deceptive,

caringly contradictive.


The containers of a meat eating

vegan's essence.

Their sociopathic shimmer in lust,

their loyal gleam in love.


Seeing every bloody marker of truth

in me with their black-

light vision, I can never look into them

and tell a lie.


They tell the truest

lies with every glance.