We covered up every step of the stairs that we fell down.
Erased the imaginary crucifixes from our stomachs. The
Arduous chronicles of our bodies blending in, blending out,
A blur devoid of life. Nobody will imitate our pluvial caresses,
Hear the sound of our distressed voices. Destructive clouds gather
In ceremonious oblivion, presumptious puppets, a flaming nightfall
To narrate our demise and tedious disentanglement, cutting us up
And apart only to refrigerate what is left of us and what we never had.
“Lilies” by Gustav Pope (1831-1910)
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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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