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L'Inconnue (Unknown Woman)
I remember the morning, it was foggy out that day.
Like many mornings in Paris, France where I lived-- Or more where I was kept prisoner.
My name is Anne, I have no last name-- At least not anymore.
I have been the servant of a cruel man, for many years now and here I am standing on the bridge, above the River Siene on this lovely morning.
I wear a simple white gown, as do most young women when they will being attending their funeral, you wear something white-- Lace that makes you look as if you are going into a peaceful sleep-- That is what I shall be doing.
Peaceful sleep with a smile on my face, confusing all of them that gaze upon my face.
For it will forever be captured in a plaster cast death mask that one shall hang upon their wall.
I am behind the Cathedral-- Still.
Unindentified-- No name, no family to claim my remains.
No there are no bruises on my body, I was not killed, I was not forced to jump from the bridge my loves.
I jumped to my death, with no hesitation.
There is nothing special about me.
I am like the others you have found this morning-- All sixteen of us.
Some have been killed.
Some pushed.
Some drowned.
Some cut the laces of their lives and ended their own.
No I am no different from these other women.
Besides the fact that their bodies will be claimed and the only reminder of me will be my face imprinted in plaster and hung on a wall.
Am I so beautiful is to have my memory captured in art?
Am I so mysterious that one may solve this mystery?
There is no mystery that needs to be solved.
I am l'inconnue de la Siene-- The Unknown woman of the Siene.
I lived.
I jumped.
I drowned.
I died.
My name was Anne.
And I abandoned my life.
Isn't it funny?
They shall spend all their time, wondering who I may be but they will never know.
Only those who care to listen shall really understand.
I am one of sixteen early one day.
I am one of 306 over six years time.
My eyes have closed.
My life put to rest by the tide.
Oh right, I'm smiling-- That is rather odd.
What does a person who drowned have to smile about?
A life well wasted.
And a death well spent.
I died because it was right for me.
Because my life would have killed me eventually.
My reasons to live, were my reasons to die.
But I can say they were, indeed mine.
Morals mean nothing.
I took the easy way out of life.
And I wear a smile to prove it.
I am proud of my choice.
And one day you will hear a song.
Read a poem about a girl like me.
See my face in plaster, hung upon a wall.
Like a story I heard a long time ago,
About a girl (and this is funny) took her life but what she didn't know.
Was how long it takes for the water to rise.
The breath to stop fighting.
And the cold to close her eyes.
And so I remember that morning, it was foggy out that day.
Like many mornings in Paris, France where I lived-- Or more where I was kept prisoner.
I am the Abandoner, I have no name-- At least not anymore.
I am a nameless face.
Like many mornings in Paris, France where I lived-- Or more where I was kept prisoner.
My name is Anne, I have no last name-- At least not anymore.
I have been the servant of a cruel man, for many years now and here I am standing on the bridge, above the River Siene on this lovely morning.
I wear a simple white gown, as do most young women when they will being attending their funeral, you wear something white-- Lace that makes you look as if you are going into a peaceful sleep-- That is what I shall be doing.
Peaceful sleep with a smile on my face, confusing all of them that gaze upon my face.
For it will forever be captured in a plaster cast death mask that one shall hang upon their wall.
I am behind the Cathedral-- Still.
Unindentified-- No name, no family to claim my remains.
No there are no bruises on my body, I was not killed, I was not forced to jump from the bridge my loves.
I jumped to my death, with no hesitation.
There is nothing special about me.
I am like the others you have found this morning-- All sixteen of us.
Some have been killed.
Some pushed.
Some drowned.
Some cut the laces of their lives and ended their own.
No I am no different from these other women.
Besides the fact that their bodies will be claimed and the only reminder of me will be my face imprinted in plaster and hung on a wall.
Am I so beautiful is to have my memory captured in art?
Am I so mysterious that one may solve this mystery?
There is no mystery that needs to be solved.
I am l'inconnue de la Siene-- The Unknown woman of the Siene.
I lived.
I jumped.
I drowned.
I died.
My name was Anne.
And I abandoned my life.
Isn't it funny?
They shall spend all their time, wondering who I may be but they will never know.
Only those who care to listen shall really understand.
I am one of sixteen early one day.
I am one of 306 over six years time.
My eyes have closed.
My life put to rest by the tide.
Oh right, I'm smiling-- That is rather odd.
What does a person who drowned have to smile about?
A life well wasted.
And a death well spent.
I died because it was right for me.
Because my life would have killed me eventually.
My reasons to live, were my reasons to die.
But I can say they were, indeed mine.
Morals mean nothing.
I took the easy way out of life.
And I wear a smile to prove it.
I am proud of my choice.
And one day you will hear a song.
Read a poem about a girl like me.
See my face in plaster, hung upon a wall.
Like a story I heard a long time ago,
About a girl (and this is funny) took her life but what she didn't know.
Was how long it takes for the water to rise.
The breath to stop fighting.
And the cold to close her eyes.
And so I remember that morning, it was foggy out that day.
Like many mornings in Paris, France where I lived-- Or more where I was kept prisoner.
I am the Abandoner, I have no name-- At least not anymore.
I am a nameless face.
Published 6th Sep 2011
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