The words that came out of his mouth
Were reborn in the twitch of her eye,
The tears that she killed and the rolling
Dice that she swallowed to suppress the
Beat of her heart. She felt his sex against her back
As he terrorised her mind with his hands holding her hips.
She had internalised him, and she, a stranger to him,
Found herself eviscerated by him in an instant.
Would this be the outcome of sex?
She remembered her father staring at her mother through the mirror.
The look in his eyes. The urge of hers to smash the glass.
Where his hands lay and her heart got lost.
“Venetian Lovers” by Paris Bordone (1500-1570)
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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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