another black pebble

her eyes are dark and thin and black,
a wet, brimming black that confuses you
or breaks your heart
depending on if they actually overflow
or not.
she says “i think i have come to believe”
and asks you “how strange?”
and says she is scared.
you are too
you are too.
not knowing if her shadowy ponds
can hold another black pebble.

April 16, 2006