Persephone Fell

I’m plummeting

through the endless space in my head,

eyes wide in the Darkness.

And it feels just like that story,

Persephone lured into a world below

and expected to flourish.

Even when it was over

she could never find

home again,

torn between the light

and impending loss.

My vision feels like a vignette,

but the Darkness just keeps closing in,

and late at night I think I feel

parts of me leaving, evaporating,

that the residue of my soul must

coat the poplar trees in Persephone’s hell.