Pain, my old friend

Pain shoots through my every vein

Pain my old friend, my bane.

 

Of my body

each cell you saturate

and every fibre of my soul,

as well.

 

Wrecked vessel so shoddy

perfect companion for pain,

my body is.

 

And my soul, what of it?

Nothing but another channel

for my old friend to exist.

 

Frida Khalo’s La Columna Rota (The Broken Spine)

 

“I hope the exit is joyful — and I hope never to return — Frida”.

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