Of love and corpses: part 12, Demeter’s Apocalypse
Persephone ran.
The dead followed.
She smelled like
chlorophyll
sunlight
water
oxygen
life.
She made them
want
crave
need
love
hurt.
More soul-sick corpses
joined her
accidental
army.
And more.
And more.
And more.
When they reached
The Last Farm,
they were
Legion.
Persephone pounded
on the door,
demanding
sacred
sanctum
sanctuary.
No, shouted Father.
No, whispered Mother.
Yes, thought Son as he
opened the door.
She’s the most beautiful live girl
in the dying decaying diseased world.
Hades hovered outside, thinking.
Something had happened to his face.
Was it a smile or a scar?
To be continued…
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Demeter’s Apocalypse is an ongoing experiment in storytelling. My goal is to tell a complete story in a series of 15 or so standalone poems. If this sounds interesting, I hope you’ll recommend this post (by clicking the ❤ button) so others can see it and comment. Thanks so much for reading.
