bar the lascerated edge of time
my breast is pert
spine’s contraption upright
after all the brutal
sometimes
you see light tremble in my hair
and wonder – that i’m barren
though wings crowd my ankles
balanced on high heels
stuck in rain-sweet ground
forget me now 
Another wonderful piece Shell( yes, call me a fan) . This work like many of your others tends to incorporate a certain level of abstract imagery. Which , by the way, you are very talented at manifesting. Choosing a subject like Frida is so appropriate in that much of her work is surreal and abstract. The combination of subject and medium worked perfectly.
Beautiful.
Nothing left to imagine.
An artwork in poetry.
Best wishes Shell. x