Poetry; Persephone rises

Posted: December 9, 2009 in Poetry
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Out out out with her tongue.

Her silence weave webs of

golden threads.

Rip rip rip

Her useless voice from its silken throat

and toss it without a care into the slimy moat.

It gets worse.

If it gets better,

We will all kneel down and pray

Noses touching the ground

Bottoms up

Eating dirt

Feeling filthy

Sucking the last pip from the

Pomegranate.

Guilty as charged.

Her rides in on Pegasus’ wing

Her father

Her Frankenstein

Her Heathcliff.

Hades!

It only gets worse,

If it gets better,

he reaches into the stinking moat

rips from her chest her bleeding heart

and throws it on forest floor,

‘Take that!’ he cries

‘and bother her

 never more.’

But it only gets worse,

Hades reaches into the moat

To lift her skirt

For one last time,

And then she speaks.

“You asked for it.”

as her silver blade

gently sinks deep into his belly.

~astrid~

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