Onion
You thought I was all raw, naked and vulnerable,
when you tore me apart,
like a child eagerly tearing up a gift wrapper
on a Christmas present.
I'm not a gift that you can sink your hands in,
and take every bit of me!
I'm an onion....yes, an eternal onion! Forever you'll
remove every layer of me, only to surprise
you with another layer; harder and more
painful for you to see!
Word Count: 72
Date of Entry: 18/11/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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