I smothered you with all the pillows I could find,
And buried you somewhere in my memory.
I believed in your death within me.
I witnessed the evisceration of feelings,
The deracination of heartache,
The decomposition of desire and illusion.
I sensed it in my tired hands,
The cheeks once scarlet turned pale,
The overthinking mind,
Unforgettable, the marks you left
On my abandoned skin.
The last breath you took through my lungs.
Something in me never stopped evoking you,
Running after you, claiming and earning my
Own downfall. I dance on my own scaffold.
You enchanted and ensnared all my blind spots
Leaving me with my skeleton that says no.
The cracking sounds of my heart holding everything together.
“Die fünf Sinne: Tasten, Sehen, Hören, Riechen, Schmecken” by Hans Makart (1840-1884)
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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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