her slowly
                   fragile paperthin
               layer upon layer, skin
              shed, past cast into bin;
              hold breath, bring tis
                  -sue. Knowing is
                      not without
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2 Responses to Onion

  1. Beautiful, work that metaphor, girl!

  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Thanks, Mosk. I actually kind of stole an old thought, and made a new (albeit very similar) poem. Search “conocer” here on my blog to read it.

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