Persephone's Pomegranate

November 16, 2017
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Pieces of my flesh are slowly torn as
I give myself to you.
Hades, please make her stop.
Every seed plucked from my bosom
Makes happiness wither away.

 

I was caressed by her soft lips,
The hiss of her tongue tickled my core.
I was stabbed by her rigged teeth,
Like an old tissue, I will soon be disposed of.

 

She takes seed after seed
What would the world be if not for me?
You are the breath in my master’s lungs
For him, I do not care that you stare when I am bare.

 

As you bite into my soul

You bite into your fate.
My love for you will only grow fonder.






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