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persephone sits in a courtroom
dress as green as summer trees
her lipstick red as blood
her golden crown sits on the table
and hermes stares her down

“did you eat the seeds of your own free will?”
a dagger fashioned into a question
hades flinches, front-row seat;
thanatos his defense attorney

demeter straightens in the audience
a flower blooms in her sun-browned hair
her curls a halo round her daughter’s face
and persephone smiles

“i did.”

shocked gasps in the courtroom
the jury whispers amongst themselves
deities, spirits, nymphs, and ghosts
all here to judge the king of hell

“why?”

persephone looks into her husband’s eyes
lord and lady, king and queen
she takes her crown and settles it
upon her summer curls

“centuries ago,” she says, every word
a titan-sized whisper, “i was only a girl.
look at me now.”

persephone stands in a courtroom
and hades smiles

for here, she is
a queen

olympus v. hades | m.j. | commission a poem (via blakesgriffins)

25 Lives, by Tongari

alighthouseofwords:

The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back.
The next time you are brunette, and you do.
After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything. 
because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you.
I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,
when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.
I love how you play along with my bad ideas,
before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas.
(And in our times together I have many bad ideas.)
When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you.
Yet, always, you forgive me. 
As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for
all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist,
and the ones where we just, barely, never meet.
I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.
But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways.
Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder
is this the last time?
Is that really you?
And what if you’re perfectly happy
without me?
Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair
that I should be the one
to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes 
until I find the one where you’ll return to me.

but darling, i am
destined to destroy everything i touch,
and if i were a stronger soul,
i would tell you to get back,
to not run into the burning house,
to swim away from the riptide.
but, beloved, i cannot.
for i am a creature of abandonment,
and with your outstretched hand 
and smile to blind stars,
you are offering me
a life for more than just leaving.
and when you ask me
if your bleeding would make me stay,
home has never hurt so much.

I WILL STILL LEAVE // d.s. (via hecktors)

they say war is hell,
so peace should be holy
but darling, the only thing i ever held sacred
was your name in my mouth
they say do not take the lord’s name in vain,
so i muffle the sounds against your neck,
and hope the heavens are not listening

but if they could hear me, they would not begrudge me this (via scottsunmers)

i woke up choking on flowers.

i suppose it was only right, since i’d dreamt of you in a garden.
in it, you did not run from me
but towards. in it,
my skin did not rot in sunlight and i was not forced to hide it under the earth.

my tongue, let the gods know, it didn’t burn when we kissed.
and they knew we kissed like the world was crumbling at our feet, and they scowled at the blasphemy between our teeth.

You said, “Let them look,”
You said, “Let their eyes roll out of their sockets if it displeases them so.”
“Let their bodies fall limp above our heads.”

And they did, and it followed on screams, and soon we were swimming
in an ocean of divine
You lifted a God’s heart and took a bite.

but there is no water where the living can’t reach,
and i sank deep without your hand to hold.

i woke up alone,
my throat full of thorns.
red water leaked through the holes and i tried to catch it
but i couldn’t hold her in.

“trees grow from the love we bury”, from my many unfinished pieces. | Daniella Michalleni  (via daniellamichalleni)

you strip off my fairy wings
beneath a night-bitten moon,
breath like a forest fire,
kiss simmering into ashes
on my tongue. my glitter relocating,
finding homes under your fingertips,
twisted into your hair like smoke
or a child’s ghost. i never knew
something could cleave you in halves
before it began, never knew
love tasted like a blood sacrifice.
but you do. you with tsunami-fingers,
leaving casualties easy as footprints
in your wake. you with a tsunami-heart,
spiraling away. me with naught
but shredded fairy wings to bury
next to my heart in a shallow grave
marked with my name.

a.c. | check out my poetry chapbook unmythologize! (via inkmagician)