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.