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Peel back your grief
like the layers
of a purple onion
Cry,
the scent and color
beneath your
fingernails
lingers
What will be good
now is pain
What will be sweet
now is scarlet,
burns the tongue
like acid
Pour oil on the pain,
heat,
chemically alter grief
Stir, shake, sniff,
keep a close eye
on the pan
lest it blacken
and burn
Taste,
good,
a smile in your eye
not a tear
for the first time
in a year
Had this floating around in my head for a while after reading a heartbreaking story on Medium. Hope there can be redemption for this friend, and for whatever you might be going through as you read this.
