Frida Poem, by Allison Cuellar, at My poetic side

Capillaries suspend in discarded tissue.

There are no accidents, only time

Can rectify my lies. Shadow-lit

Candles, as the wax molds the bend of

My knuckle. Burning and boiling blood.

Life is a lesson. Like bats reeling

From my open mouth, my thoughts scatter.

Drowning in the intoxication of wines,

Emotionless as seas. Timeless as

Dirt. Dulled nights when I dream.

Rings halo over stooping strangers.

I fill my cup with heavy molasses, and

As careless as a butterfly, drain

Sweet reincarnations of memories

Into my damned streaming tease.

My shadow traces these empty streets.

Cackling to hear the wind blow.

Frida