Persephone Redux

Four crimson seeds.

 

I watched the juice drip from the tips of my fingers like blood. It speckled the ground at my feet and my heart lept in my chest. I was already a goddess, a glowing queen crowned by the sun.

 

But then I became more, an empress of death. I lost myself in his darkness and never looked back. The green vines and pink petals gave way to the pitch, bible-black of the underworld and I was home.

Done