When I uproot the hairs sprouting from the glabella
and strip my cupid’s bow of its wildflowers,
Frida Kahlo writhes in her grave.
She haunts me.
“You are beautiful.”
[unibrow and all]
“You are beautiful.”
[moustache and all]
“You are beautiful.”
[sadness and all]
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 6:35 PM UTC
When I uproot the hairs sprouting from the glabella
and strip my cupid’s bow of its wildflowers,
Frida Kahlo writhes in her grave.
She haunts me.
“You are beautiful.”
[unibrow and all]
“You are beautiful.”
[moustache and all]
“You are beautiful.”
[sadness and all]
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