He loved to torment girls.
Wore them like accessories.
Paraded their names, second hand.
And they would fight each other.
He would feel so special.
An ugly adored god and the troubled girls
Are eating their hearts out for him.
The nature of attention never mattered.
The games he played had to be won.
The sex in his favour.
They treated one another the way he mistreated them.
The truth was that he could never live up to them.
But they were blinded by a confidence that they themselves had given him.
“L’Annonciation Douleureuse” by Léon Frédéric (1865-1940)
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Author of "Within Paravent Walls". Pentalingual Idealist. Hypercreative homebody. Self-exorcising Poetess. Creator of "Croque-Melpomene" & "Les Femmes de la Décadence".
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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