persephone once told me
it was warmer
living with her God of Death,
closer to the heart of the earth.
she told me
it was colder
in our world
that she regretted eating
the fruit her mother gave her.
but it was irresistible,
and so, it tied her down
once more,
until the leaves changed colours.
and then she told me,
her heart was always cold.
but her mother shook
her head, and scooped
more food onto her plate.
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