Avocados

I eat avocados 

Like I eat the hard truths I face

Peeled and cut into pieces

Sprinkled with exotic spices

I like it when the spices spread out across the table

Like fireworks on wood

But it's not very ladylike of me

That is the hard truth

So I peel them with care

I usually only eat one

For two would be too many

Even though two would be just enough

But it's simply too many

That is the hard truth

But today, I shall eat two

For one was drowned under its giant pit

Perhaps the pit longed to be a tree

And got lost in its dreams

Killing the nursing mother in her embrace

So the pit is discarded down the bin

For that is only what killers are good for

Being discarded

That is the hard truth

Today I shall grant myself two

For one is killed and rotten

And almost unfit to devour

But sprinkled with some spices

Even the rotten may seem fair

And life might seem fair after all

Sprinkled with some spices

I spoon out the flesh of these green fruits

Tinted with the blood of those who have nourished it

Which is another hard truth

But I eat one

And I eat two

And I scrape the remains from their dark corpses

And leave them there to rot

That is the hard truth

As their taste lingers in my mouth

And make a home inside my belly

I tell myself that two was just enough

Even though I know it was far too many

And I tell myself that the taste of their soft bodies is delicious

Even though I know that they were just as rotten and disgusting

As the hard truths I face

But I ate one

And I ate two

Just like I ate my hard truths

Now I wait for the avocados to nourish me

And carry me through the day

To face the hard truths

Now I wait for the avocados to become me

Or for me to become like them

Rotten and discarded

Just like the truth

Reviews

[annalysiar]

This is Devine. And deep
I love the flow and rhythm of it
I also appreciate that last stanza.... just amazing

[Saraswati]

Nicely written..keep writing..