Kore, the maiden, at her mother's side
chained to a life of Demeter's choosing
sun glinting on her golden hair and
tear stained cheeks. A queen for him
at long last, delicious anger in her eyes
as she follows Demeter through her fields.
More beautiful than Aphrodite.
More graceful than Hera.
Hades spirits her away to
the Underworld when Demeter
turns her back, and Kore shows
no fear of him or his home.
"I can give you freedom of this realm,
the power to punish those who dare to
slight you, and you will be called Queen.
If you eat this fruit, you will have my love
and become Persephone, the Bringer of Death."
Without hesitation, she curls her fingers into
the pomegranate and brings the seeds to her
mouth, letting juice run down her chin and hand
as she says,
"I am yours."
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Calliope Briar
A lifelong writer with a creative writing degree.
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