I keep peeling back layers.
Deeper
Closer
More Tender.
Red Onion
Beautifully deep red.
Pricks my eyes
But each time my tears fall
I can breathe easier.
My shoulders feel lighter.
Red Red Onion
Deep red like a rose.
Makes my nose wrinkle
with both stench and sweetness.
Deeper
Closer
More Tender.
Red Onion
Beautifully deep red.
Pricks my eyes
But each time my tears fall
I can breathe easier.
My shoulders feel lighter.
Red Red Onion
Deep red like a rose.
Makes my nose wrinkle
with both stench and sweetness.
2 comments:
Ogers have layers.
You know- every time I make a BBQ-chicken pizza from now on, I will think of this poem. I think I will memorize it (minus what I think might be a type-o at the end there ;D) so I can recite it every time I'm chopping one up and blackening the backs of my hands with yesterday's mascara.
Beautiful. If you ever publish, I would love to submit photos. Because... you inspire me. Laaaaaa!
Haha there is a typo. Well thank ya.
If I ever publish I would love it if you submitted photos!!!
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