❝You found me, mouth like a pomegranate picking flowers in my mother’s field. An invitation of sorts. You took it as one and spent five months thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth. I think the Earth changed the day we met, It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth and swallow me whole It had been waiting for the cup of your palm around my neck except you didn’t have to beg you said “let me show you what flowers look like from the earth up.” and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers, show me your dead, show me your fingers.” My mother warned me about gods like you, hungry, greedy gods like you all desire and no thought all want and no logic I was the same. I skipped with you into hell Artemis knows dragged, I know this: I held my arms outwards and let you tie them so softly that I asked what they were made of and you said “prayers.” We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed furious kisses we kissed like we were starving, kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell I decorated your dark with flowers and sat on your lap and fed you petals. It makes me burn when they say “Hades stole Persephone.” and I tell them “No. I stole him.”❞ Azra.T, Persephone
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 06:31:19 +0000