this is how it ended-
me sitting in my chair
while the windows shatter,
my body shining with amnion,
flashes of lightning.
and the glass keeps on breaking
as I slip out of my body.
my life prances on the rough surface
where plaster cracks.
the sky opens
and I fly out on fire.
rain enters me like nails. I have a vapour scarf.
I sit erect as the moon's beams hold me.
ice, you are a frozen wedding-dress
I slide over my head, welcoming my death.
I wear you dearly as I ignite-
don't let me come back.
........having just returned from Mexico City and spening time at Frida Khalo's house/studio...inspired by her and Diego Rivera