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Persephone, you’d
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
bloody serenade.
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
become Hades)
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Of All the Places in the Universe
She was a button girl. Thirteen and already too old to be beautiful with grimy cheekbones accented by listless, golden-gray hair. She spent her time trying to sell her collection, dozens of buttons lined neatly in a haggard box. The large one with tiny flowers etched into them, a plain navy one, and the bright pink button were her favorites. They were the ones she hoped would find a home in some little girl's cherished dress or a mother's apron.
With her coat straining around her, eyes crowded with years of cold and unease, she held out her box to a passerby. Buttons flashed in the muted light, but the man scoffed as he continued past her. S
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gas[lit]
the first and last signs of succumbing to carbon monoxide poisoning
are the yellow post-it notes on the walls reminding you of the upcoming eclipse
and the sheet of welding glass in your skull,
[if the bull with a man's head approaches you at the nexus of the road and tells
the same lie thrice does it become true?]
[if the siren never rises from her bed to make coffee is she anything
but a hag?]
[if the boy in the desert learns to wear the skin of a coyote is he your only
true brother?]
[and if the writer is present at all, has she been speaking to her reflection or just
staring into the toilet wondering about the fleshy pieces that keep
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a thousand lilac garlands
Your spine is a ladder, and she
braided it with flower crowns.
Her pressed-lace fingers coil tight
in the wet tangle of stems
as she climbs higher, kissing
the smooth bone with her toes.
She knew the only way
to your heart was through your mind,
but it's a mighty high ledge to reach
and her delicate palms just kept -
slipping.
So she braided your spine
with flower crowns to
keep her grounded, even as she
shinnied into the clouds.
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So I had the biggest problem with the part in parentheses, because I don't know whether it should read "I might have just replaced Hades" or "I might just have become Hades," but I also had a "too" at the end... but my twin thinks it sounds more final without. Since this was a piece I wrote in two seconds, I wanted it to sound as put together as possible for words that come from my head. Thoughts? The title was a bit last second, too (I wasn't planning on writing today).
It was so easy to write, however, because the talented posted this lovely picture: fav.me/d8p51pi. If you guys remember, one of her pictures also inspired my poem Gardening For Dummies. Her way with photography and concepts is amazing, so if you like her work, I'd definitely recommend watching her for more! (:
(Lethe is one of the five rivers in the underworld, and it's the river of oblivion and forgetfulness. The dead drink from it to forget their earthly existence. Sometimes, I think I drink from Lethe and craft myself more wolf than girl, a despicable huntress in lunar-cycle fever.)
It was so easy to write, however, because the talented posted this lovely picture: fav.me/d8p51pi. If you guys remember, one of her pictures also inspired my poem Gardening For Dummies. Her way with photography and concepts is amazing, so if you like her work, I'd definitely recommend watching her for more! (:
(Lethe is one of the five rivers in the underworld, and it's the river of oblivion and forgetfulness. The dead drink from it to forget their earthly existence. Sometimes, I think I drink from Lethe and craft myself more wolf than girl, a despicable huntress in lunar-cycle fever.)
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Could you do more like this with the titles as the rest of the rivers of the underworld?