i.
how is hell, my dear?
does hades treat you like the blossom
you are?
do you miss your mother?
who casts grey skies on us again,
the colours of your meadows following
you underground
white snow like ashes freezing over
the grass you used to love,
is this pit in the ground your salvation?
ii.
why did you eat the pomegranate, my heart,
when you knew the consequences?
do you breathe better buried under the dirt?
iii.
tell me, Persephone,
what is it like to have a crown in one hand
and divinity in the other?
have you learned to wear strength and darkness
equally well?
or have you always been half goddess, half hell?
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Bloom.
Teen Fictiona collection of words ( memoir?) heavy edged with emotion and gently laced with confession. Somewhat encapsulated in the form of poems. Some mine, some not. inspired by literature, songs, real realities and fabricated/alternative ones.
