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You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

Azra.T “Persephone”  (via zarhooie)
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Hey, hey lone wanderer
sew your backpack back together
pieces of you
have fallen out
nobody can pick them up for you
so trace your steps in reverse
and fill your trouser pockets
with all you’ve ever been

I know the difficulty of climbing
with the weight
but hey, lone wanderer
didn’t you know the mountains
are only for the fragmented
so be fascinated
with the exquisiteness of you
just remember not to lose
yourself
on the way

Emily M. - The Road to the Mountains (via wnq-writers)