Incised moon bleeds across the sky,
Drifts to the shining horizon
As if the sun waits to heal the wound,
Replace the bite.
Unequal and bittersweet,
This is an endless chase.
Tags » Wound
I wanted to talk about the picture at the header of this blog; The Wounded Deer – painted by the incredible Frida Kahlo in 1946. Frida expresses disappointment following the operation on her spine in in 1946 following a terrible accident earlier in her life which continued to cause her severe back pain for the rest of her life. 57 more words