Persephone

The moment freezes only when it moves
The lady thinks in metaphor,
Syntax, rhyme, and verse
I reach for her mind
And the moment begins to move again

Persephone beckons from behind her
Unsalvageable, indescribable,
She whispers with hell on her tongue
And she takes me by the wrists
On the fields of Elysium, my bruises start to show

The lady runs a hand through my hair
I ask her "Why am I here? What do you offer?"
She giggles - "Child, it's just a silly poem,"
My hair vanishes with her body,
And Persephone does not seem to understand.

Water hisses and stings;
gossiping of people who never were,
and have long since ceased to be.