Black Apple In My Eye Shea Bil'e
The black apple in its eye was quite uninviting;
Negative starlet vision amongst a colorless mass.
The nagging informal euthanasia,
A razorblade reminder of familiar circumstance.
It was the death certificate rejection letter known all too well.
Although black holes make whole what's dissonant,
Animal cadavers will walk of their own accord.
And reality mocks as if it had a crooked smile;
A back to turn,
A hand to hold a knife.
Anguish is given human faces,
To consider otherwise admits insignificance.
(Insubstantial are forgotten phrases carved into a vacant mind.)
All inspired by the vision of the sickly thing on the reflective surface.
Its right-side window to the soul smashed like my own.
Despite the man-made parallels being tainted with casual folly,
I held the creature close,
As if it ensured my next heartbeat.
