Pomegranate juice running down her chin
Ebony eyelashes growing wet with tears
Realizing
She has been deceived
Even as the bright, bittersweet tang
Plies her ruby-stained tongue with confusion, as
Hades closes in, shrouding her shoulders with his
Onyx cloak, pressing his cold,
Nerveless body against hers in an
Eerily authentic display of what he may truly believe is love
It's very difficult to make an acrostic 100 words long, so here's a little outro for you. I was inspired to write this because I decided that the P in my alias stands for Persephone. It's a strangely beautiful name, too pretentious (in my humble opinion) to actually give to a child, and yet impossible to dismiss. Ta ta, for now.
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
Keep track of me on Insta @purpleproseandposies
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