The Two Fridas
This is how you multiply. First you pluck your heart out. It is easier to breathe that way. Technically you are dead now, but we know you are not. The heart is still beating and she is exactly like you, except that she is not really you, but they will never know the difference. Next, you can open your skull and dismantle your brain. Give it to her, you will see that it hurts less this way. She will carry it well, this burden of your heart and this burden of your memories and of your sleepless nights. She will carry it well and she will not complain. She is a good friend, the best you ever had. Everyone will think it is still you and they will never notice the difference. In the meantime, you can get some rest for a change. Just make sure you wash that dress first. You don’t want people to start wondering. They will never be able to guess the truth, but they will poke around and ask questions. You don’t need that now. Now you need some sleep.
GloPoWriMo day 22 - an ekphrastic poem
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