She could never mention your name.
You drained her without blinking.
And you ran through her like a river.
A cheese knife. Splitting her heart.
You’re in the back of her mind,
Trying to get a hold of her.
You never wanted to hear about her.
Why she wiped her tears away before
She entered your car. Why she put on a fake
Smile when you looked at her. You could
Have deciphered her in a heartbeat if you had cared.
At all. If you hadn’t been so blinded by your own desires.
“Portrait d’une jeune femme” by Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (1483-1520)
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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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