CUTTING ONIONS

CUTTING ONIONS: A SENSORY TUTORIAL

Invisible steam, furnished from the furnace

with spicy flames that noiselessly knell,

showed the red of a mortuary

making the hapless insides mightily well

it made the skin wry, raw and red –

tingled it to the very core,

oh, it set fire to the rain

that from the heavens did pour

with such force and unseen valor

that it brought destruction in its wake,

and it tortured outwards, not within

for those who might mistake

I couldn’t ask it to stop; could you?

it was ever more deaf than dumb

and so the fiery blades swished

viciously; till all the senses went numb

-Akanksha Gupta

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