Spring’s Arrival
She rose from the earth
Like a corpse come to life
She coughed up dirt
And shielded her eyes.
“Where am I?”
She asked.
I dropped the hose
That was in my hand,
I had come outside
Just to water the plants.
Her skin was rotted,
But I watched it heal.
I tried to speak,
But no words came out,
“Oh, perfect.” She said,
Lifting the hose to her face.
“We don’t get a drop to drink
In that dark, wretched place.
“H-how did you get here?”
I asked,
Finding my words,
“Oh, excuse my manners,
I’m Persephone,
Back, from the underworld.”
She ran a hand
Through her long brown hair
And I watched in shock,
As flowers began to grow there.
Her cheeks grew pink
As she blinked-
Away dust.
“So, what’s fun to do here?”
She asked,
Filling the air with a floral smell,
“I’ve got nine months to spare,
And then it's right back
To Hell.”
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