Left alone, thoughts ring and bells toll,
Clanging inside my brain; memories running down
Corridors, splitting off at the junction. Persephone – dead,
That wilted little wretch with amazing airs and graces,
Grating on the pickle of pain. Demeter with her blind eye,
Hades and his jeckyll juice Pomegranate wine
Infiltrating an indigo child holding her breathe.
Mauve dug in, embedding her chariot rose
Heart to a stranger. Charon, larger than life
Roaming the dark halls, death casting shadows
Wherever he went. Survival weaving invisible
Threads; a silver road to nowhere, her woven makeshift
Sanctuary cocoon. It was Persephone. Alone in the darkness,
Warm amongst catacombs and the river Styx.
Charons lantern waving in the distance
Side to side, taking an age to dawn.
Here in the crawlspace of time, refuge
Settled in like mothballs and cobwebs
Swung between the skull and crossbones; A subterranean
Mosaic of Dante’s Inferno where prayer echoed off the walls
Falling, on deaf ears and forgiveness became a hopeless
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