How the Damned Got Damned, part 4

Persephone deigned to stay a small season in hell. Sneaking out into spring’s morning while the reigning king was sleeping, she had cuts about her feet from tiny pebbles and sharp brambles and bruises shaped like handprints on her thighs where quick demands like ‘do it faster’ had been met. A seed for every second, till the final toll was sold and she was let back to the fields where she had grown up as a girl; I saw her walking over wheat grass where the flimsy stalks stayed straight, I spied her sleeping off a hangover on the surface of a lake – I should face punishments myself, and share my own season in hell –

Maybe that’s where I am now?


~ by perfectionatrix on July 7, 2016.

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