Someone cut my feet off.
Robbed me of my nails and armoury.
Dressed me in cloth that rubs against my skin.
A tender voice, not my own, was forced into my throat.
It sits there like a turtle.
Cantankerous about the revolt below.
The rope coughing up and down.
My hair too tight around my body.
Somebody cursed who I was.
Somebody abhorred the sight.
Of a child putting up a fight.
The solitude of her, the spirit let loose.
Evoking one too many figures, silhouettes.
Nothing graspable yet.
And as she tries not to wither,
She closes her eyes and feels who she is.
Madonna, you won’t touch me.
Madonna, you are carving no more.
Unholy face, too many hands to misguide,
I won’t listen to the prayers that the devil himself has created,
And you regurgitate, I’ll grab my carapace and hold it up to you.
“Portrait einer jungen Frau” by Eduard Veith (1858-1925)
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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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