After Frida by Teresa Preziosi

  Artist outrage gushing Seethes beyond canvas confines Can it be contained?    Blood tinted paint smears savagely gashed wooden frame mirroring her wounds   She is any woman broken, bled out, dead on the bed perhaps every woman   The murderer any man a face without expression, no rage, no remorse, no loss.  ...

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