Persephone Speaks

July 8, 2017

I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces,
or even the roses in the mouth of servants.
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.
I hope you’ve heard of horns,
but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.
Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.
Do not send flowers,
we’ll throw them in the river.
‘Flowers are for the dead’, ‘least that’s what
the mortals say.
I’ll come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today.

Daniella Michalleni

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Our Numbered Days

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Neil Hiborn
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nature of the beast

July 8, 2017

The desire to dominate fuels the fantasies of so many men. The motivation, generally repressed, to assume the role of a Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun and to plunder a woman’s body in the same way Attila plundered the Balkans – or to possess several, subservient morganatic wives like Genghis. To ravish at will, to rape and force, to spill their seed in every orifice of their helpless victims. This is the true nature of the beast –

Naughty Robin –

July 8, 2017

Almost –

July 8, 2017

Bianca Phipps
Almost