Frauenbild | a poem

women had wounded tongues

bite marks on the flesh beneath their powdered cheeks

jaws tight, temple tension

hunchbacked, heartbroken

bones growing smaller

flesh almighty

the skin turning grey

the mind, a decrepit tree piercing cobwebs

the body loses its soul

her face is falling out of her face

I hold it there under her cloudy chin

I hold it up

she’s returning to her fetal position

letting go

but I’m here

and I sit on my blue knees

hands holding her face

colours dripping from wet paint

she won’t exist anymore

memory holds her image

she cannot grow back into the skin

she let die

her wrinkles long


her eyes torn


I have been waiting

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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