in the monochrome exhibit room
a wave of inquisitive eyes gaze over
photographs of Frida's bathroom
the black stained bath drain
assortment of medicine bottles
enema cans lined up neatly on a shelf
a harness hanging on a hook like a dead animal
or an undone corset
wrapped so tight with the will to live
in another room,
a lipstick kiss on a letter penned to a lover
steps out from the chill of death
and into the warmth of life
what remains is a ghost of
how you connect with what you live
with what you dream,
and what you dream
with what you do
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