Close

Her pale skin, laminating amongst the moon

Her eyes golden, like a rise of a new dawn.

Her lips pursed, into lines of white

Her deceit and hate seeping in her soul

 

The fruit falls with a dull thud to the floor

The seeds melt on to her tongue

 

Her obsidian hair wraps around her neck

Her fragile fingers cup around her face

Her scream of despair rings to the underworld

Her knees collapse to the marble floor

Her eyes locking intensely on mine

Her words burn like ashes of heat

 

What have you done…

Persephone


By Yong Yong Z.

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