I am a child.
My head shoved into the water.
I thought I’d never get out, be released,
From the pressure
Of her hands,
Her laughter,
Whilst I needed to come up for air and life.
Her weight on my body,
Her timing so bad,
She failed to see me struggling,
I wanted to use my force
To make my agony as blatant as possible,
And she shoved and shoved.
I have respected water ever since,
The enormity, the calibre, that it can swallow me whole.
I made it to the surface.
My heart too.
“Portrait of the Duchesse de Châteauroux as Thalia, Muse of Comedy” by Jean-Marc Nattier (1685-1766)
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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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