a letter from persephone, goddess of spring, to her mother demeter, goddess of agriculture.
mother dearest,
didn't you know?
my fingers weaved the dirt
like fine tapestries
i created the pit
and likewise dove into itdo not believe the lies they tell
he didn't steal me
i stole himdidn't you know?
his kingdom was dark
yet filled with light
and it was cold
yet filled with warmthdidn't you know?
i met him as he watched over his realm
a solemn look on his facehades
his name spoken in fearful whispers
but danced on my tongue
a name filled with sin and temptation
a name which would have mine next to itdidn't you know?
we were wrapped in love
a ghostly, unbreakable love
hades and persephone
my name next to his
our stories now bound together
by the Fates themselvesdidn't you know?
i became his queen
wrapped in fine silks
and adorned in jewelry
the crown was heavy, yes
but my head held it highdidn't you know?
i ate the pomegranate
the juice flowing from my lips
sealing me to him
not the other way arounddidn't you know?
they do not call me kore
"little girl"
they call me persephone
"chaos bringer"
my name is spoken in hushed whispers
people beg for mercy at the sound of my namedidn't you know?
i loved the way sin pooled in my mouth
and it's bitter taste as i swallowed it down
this body was made for more
than flowers and frolicking
it was made for sin
temptation
and to rule at
hades' sidelove, persephone
queen of the underworld
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