Persephone's Lament

A poem by Rowan

By Rowan RileyPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read

In the crisp bite of winter

At the end of an era

I tear into the flesh of the fruit

I pick with grubby hands

I tear at the sinews

I engorge myself on the decadence of it

I have starved myself in anticipation of your arrival

This winter has been the coldest

I leave no traces

Just streaks of ruby red on my fingertips

You're just a gutted body

And I'm just a man

I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.

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