The fiends crossed when you switched identities, Camiglia.
You deformed your innards to fit their monstrosity.
And they stared, questioning you.
You acted so convincingly.
And you became the queen of loss.
Your very own puppeteer.
They love to eat souls, devour them, create shadowlands with broken busts.
They jump to crush what they see.
But you know the whistle of solitude.
They cut you off when you have something to say.
You feel your backbone disintegrating.
But you own the depth that they would drown in.
Camiglia, the way you looked.
As yourself, as a child.
Amongst a bed of flowers with your brothers and sisters.
With friends. The photographic lens: deeply in love.
And nothing seemed to be going wrong.
“Ophelia” by Alexandre Cabanel (1823-1889)
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My name is Laura Gentile. I’m of German-Italian descent and I speak five languages such as English, German, French, Italian, Luxembourgish and I’m currently learning Romanian.
I hold a Master of Arts Degree in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Dissertation: The Decadent in Love with his Psychopomp: Thomas Mann's 'Death in Venice' and Adrian Lyne's 'Lolita') and a Master of Letters by Research in English Literature, Film and Visual Culture (Thesis: Romanticising Decadence and Aestheticising Death: Women as Projection Bodies and Mimetic Identities in Zola’s 'Thérèse Raquin', Schnitzler’s 'Dream Story', Süskind’s 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and Eugenides’ 'The Virgin Suicides').
Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Writer of psycho-corporeal Poetry. Creator of Croque-Melpomene & Les Femmes de la Décadence.
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