firwhskey:P E R S E P H O N E Queen of...

firwhskey:

P E R S E P H O N E                           Queen of the Underworld

I wanted pomegranates—
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I’d been dragged.
I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you,
the red on my lips isn’t wine.