HADES, inhaling sharply Persephone. The word feels like poetry and hangs between them for a second. She looks at him and waits. HADES, voice soft Do not ask me to beg. She is still, between him and the open door. HADES Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love. A silence. HADES That you wanted to escape your body and the light because darkness held you by the belly and by the heart. A silence. HADES, whispering now Tell them you chose to come.
