I caught a glimpse of her face.
A page within a book that would never turn.
Eyes engraved in my memory.
The mouth speaking words without movement.
The dark red gulp, an opened requiem.
When I approached her skin she’d turn to sand.
She would whisper unwholesome recipes in their ears.
Whispers of dreams that they had strangled.
She felt like crushed ice on a collapsing plant.
She visits the fibres of my skin with one of her fingers.
A fly that never leaves, a harrowing sound that never resigns.
I can count on her to torment me.
“Weiblicher Halbakt” by Lovis Corinth (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').
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