crying over onions

ok, but, but... for pete's sakes, where are the onions?! ©papa osmubal

ok, but, but... for pete's sakes, where are the onions?! ©papa osmubal


crying over onions

hilda tam

I was chopping an onion and
you hugged me from behind

you kissed me
your lips
cold as my knife

I saw the lip print on your neck
crimson
like dried blood
lighting the skin untouched

I was blind
I stared

you smelt like onion
you were it

I chopped
and chopped
and chopped

you whimpered
and I cried
over the onion

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