ARTEMIS

flower crown noose//persephone

there's roses in my lungs daisies
bloom between my ribs
and it's so beautiful everybody's
talking about it but
do they know
i can't breathe,

i'm choking but
at least it's pretty.

swallow two blood
red pomegranate seeds
(with difficulty,
it doesn't want to go down your
throat) that's
your lunch today
again

been sitting on this throne made
of bone too long, i think. i've started to become one myself.

i no longer smell like springtime
but like fall leaves and rust;
wilting flowers

my mother always said my skin
looked like wheatfields that
glow golden when the sun
shines it's fractured beams
upon it;
i was a goddess

my flower crown has thorns now
ichor the colour of
my goddess skin
flows down my temple

i'm miles underground where
there aren't any
wheatfields and there
certainly isn't sun

i'm becoming transparent

i can see right down to
the pomegranate seeds
i had for lunch
and the seven lies i told
for dinner

i'm descending
back to hell and
oh look,
it's winter again

-- i will both bring you flowers
and lay them at your grave