There she stood
frozen
looking at her reflection that stared back vacuously
She was still a thing of beauty
who appreciated culture and the fine things
that only money could buy
although she came from none to call her own
She clung to the first man who could
temporarily ignoring his ugliness
and then
she had an ugly twisted child
A thought to be fruitful adventure
which left her more barren than any thought she could be
she stood frozen
trying to think of how it came to be
that she, the image of perfection
could be surrounded by so much that was not
But like most things meant to be desired
and admired
for their beauty
She was empty and unable to think.
~2012 SophieD
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Texte inquiétant qui se risque à résoudre la beauté amoureuse - et l'enfant désiré qui n'est pas celui de l'image qu'on s'en fait - l'homme peut-il encore aimer ce corps emporté par les années tumultueuses (d'une laideur-refus du corps féminin chosifié )par amour pour "la" femme? Beau texte qui met en avant cette réappropriation d'un corps féminin.
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