So rarely from the outside in,
skin side out,
inside grin.
Sick little twist appeal
not like that one,
or that one;
is it even real?
Light doesn’t reach
the inside.
What can it hide?
Can’t quite see
what it might be;
better try to divide.
Crack it open.
Break its shell.
When that doesn’t work;
ignore it,
say it’s rotten,
claim it has a bad smell.
Tell them it will make them sick,
use any trick
in any book;
it’s never going to look
like the other ones.
All eyes,
reflected on the outside
fear that what is inside,
will be what they tried to hide.
It was true this whole time.
HG – 2017
