You abandoned her when the clouds went grey.
You called it decolorisation.
You had never seen the absence of colour.
You and your golden schemes.
You saw the agony on her face.
The effort to uphold her smiling cheeks.
Maintaining your sympathy.
She held on to it like medicine.
You are the reason.
You are the reason her lungs are bondaged.
Collapse like a cadaver’s face.
You accuse her. Your words are worse than a blow to her head.
She sees you everywhere.
Your fingers pointing in her direction.
And you scream ‘execution’.
And then you kiss her.
And then you dare to kiss her.
Whilst your hands are holding the noose behind your back.
With the greatest of pleasures.
“Backward Glance” by Charles Edward Perugini (1839-1918)
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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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