Shive a shallot

As each golden coat peels away; pale flesh revealed eyes sting, full of tears. Dreams stripped away; onion skin layers secrete a whim, a desire hidden. Soul searching eyes momentarily blinded by what’s before, not looking ahead to any possibility of consequence. A taste too powerful to consume in this raw state of display. Strong, unadulterated fierce burn bites. And when we’re down to the last membrane; will what we find make us cry?