we are Persephone’s girls.
the girls born with summer in our
honey coating our lips.
we are the girls raised taught to plant flowers
in our hearts.
the girls whose kisses leave you feeling you got
kissed by the sun.
we are the girls who believe that everyone has
the same sunshine hearts
in a world safe and kind for us to live in.
we are the happiest girls…
and we are tricked into thinking
it will always stay that way.
it happened all too quick.
we were only eleven years old
cartwheeling in the yard when all we felt were
his hands dragging us into his car.
that was they day we discovered that some suns
he told us his name was Hades
and that he loves us very much,
how he always wanted a sunshine girl.
a craving, a yearning
he locked us in a place we thought couldn’t be worse
than hell. his basement
our own prison cell
there was no windows
we couldn’t see the sun.
we were there so long we forgot it’s touch.
we ached for it,
our skin growing so pale.
he stole our sunshine heart,
fucked it right out of us
and now we’re so
cold and scared and frail.
told us he was being kind. this is what a gentlemen
does. this is how a gentleman loves.
this is a fairytale and we are
we are born persephone’s girls.
the happiest type of girls…