She looked divine in my dreams
Like a nymph of judgement
Coming to save me
Her hands disappear with the moon
I am left reaching out for
An apparition
I am left in abandonment
Wanting to be chosen by this divine
Waiting for her touch to
Fracture me into a thousand different impressions
Would that I could
tear apart my ribcage with both hands
Watch her smile tinted pink
As she takes my heart in her hands
Eats it like a pomegranate,
My divine persephone,
Seeds first and shackle last
Would that I could
remain with her
Through the night into the day
Let the wound fester so I can give her a freshly grown fruit
Let her save me from sunlight
confine me to darkness
Where I can be free
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
She looked divine in my dreams
Like a nymph of judgement
Coming to save me
Her hands disappear with the moon
I am left reaching out for
An apparition
I am left in abandonment
Wanting to be chosen by this divine
Waiting for her touch to
Fracture me into a thousand different impressions
Would that I could
tear apart my ribcage with both hands
Watch her smile tinted pink
As she takes my heart in her hands
Eats it like a pomegranate,
My divine persephone,
Seeds first and shackle last
Would that I could
remain with her
Through the night into the day
Let the wound fester so I can give her a freshly grown fruit
Let her save me from sunlight
confine me to darkness
Where I can be free