Trauma, immortally peeling onion
of layered human celluloid misery.
Re-runs’ battleground images lose
their vividness with each viewing.
Marinated liver reeks on my onion skin
tempting black eagles’ taloned mandate.
Angels with light arrows circle, faces outward,
protecting my soul – healing thicker pink.
Mish is today’s for dVerse. Mish says:
Today I offer you the word “peel” to include in your quadrille.