~ Part One ~

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"I asked him for it

For the blood, for the rust

For the sin.

I didn't want the pearls other girls talked about,

Or the fine marble of palaces,

Or even the roses in the mouth of servants.

I wanted pomegranates-

I wanted darkness,

I wanted him.

So I grabbed my king and ran away

To a land of death,

Where I reigned and people whispered

That I'd been dragged.

I'll tell you I've changed. I'll tell you,

The red on my lips isn't wine.

I hope you've heard of horns,

But that isn't half of it. Out of an

Entire kingdom

He kneels only to me,

Calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.

Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.

Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,

Know never have I been better

Than when I am here.

Do not send flowers,

We'll throw them in the river.

'Flowers are for the dead,' 'least that's what the mortals say

I'll come back when he bores me,

But Mama

Not today."

- Persephone Speaks by Daniella Michalleni

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