NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 10
A poem of grief with rhetorical questions and a little rhetoric,
An onion skin peeled
leads to another onion skin
not quite dry. The one
that will make you cry.
Why do I go from tapping my toe
to a song to the tears
running down my face?
Both are universal responses.
When will this end?
Like the onion in evolves over time.
The knife cuts the skin,
blood spills like onion juice.
Both burn.
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