“She sent spectres, ruled the ghost, and carried into effect the curses of men”
I gave you fruit
I prayed to you
I offered my life instead of his
And still my son’s body laid before me lifeless and no longer held memories
His body no longer held the bright sun in his heart
that is now a dimmed hole in his chest
His hyperactive spirit was no longer here to brighten up a room
And You still chose not to speak
You know I did nothing but worship you and live by your wishes
Persephone why were you so quiet.
I called your name .
Begged you to bring him back.
Had this tragedy struck you by surprise?
Maybe you were involuntarily silent because instead of ignorance your mouth it hold
You had no right to be speechless
I begged you to Please say something….
And in my surprise you did
But this time not with words…with life.
And you still chose not to speak?
Why love death.
Is grieving worth reliving that beautiful thing you call
That gentle thing you call
That deadly thing you call love.
You personify gullible.
You love something that hurts you over and over again with no remorse
Going back to the agonizing pain―
I didn’t choose my beautiful dead.