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Hey friends!!! Comin' in with a new poem!!!
Awhile ago, I was being super emo and thinking about how the relationship with death is probably the most intimate and consistent one those of us with chronic illnesses have, and that led to the idea for a retelling of the Persephone myth, but with Persephone as a chronically ill disabled girl constantly in and out of the hospital. Think "Flirting with Death" but literally lol. This is the very first part of what I came up with! I’ll post the rest weekly.
This is another part of my mini-collection of death themed poems, called “An Internship with Death”.
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It happened like it always does
The clock ticked, and then it didn’t
Everything stilled in his presence
Death’s grand fanfare:
Silence
bellowing until his footsteps could be heard
echoing
in the hall
striding
toward her room,
she knew
Just like the first time
after she’d refused to be taken
by his lackeys
like everyone else
One after the other, they would plead,
“Please, miss,
this doesn’t have to be
so difficult”
And she would glare at them,
the fiery red glow of her stubbornness
too hot for the icy minions
to stand
even in her weakened state
“Tell your boss,
he’ll have to come kill me himself.”
Persephone never expected him to answer her challenge
until one late night,
with Demeter asleep in the chair beside her,
the air grew heavy with his presence in the doorway
Death’s curiosity
of the girl who refused to die
proved too strong for his own good
And they became face to face
with each other’s undoing
Awhile ago, I was being super emo and thinking about how the relationship with death is probably the most intimate and consistent one those of us with chronic illnesses have, and that led to the idea for a retelling of the Persephone myth, but with Persephone as a chronically ill disabled girl constantly in and out of the hospital. Think "Flirting with Death" but literally lol. This is the very first part of what I came up with! I’ll post the rest weekly.
This is another part of my mini-collection of death themed poems, called “An Internship with Death”.
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It happened like it always does
The clock ticked, and then it didn’t
Everything stilled in his presence
Death’s grand fanfare:
Silence
bellowing until his footsteps could be heard
echoing
in the hall
striding
toward her room,
she knew
Just like the first time
after she’d refused to be taken
by his lackeys
like everyone else
One after the other, they would plead,
“Please, miss,
this doesn’t have to be
so difficult”
And she would glare at them,
the fiery red glow of her stubbornness
too hot for the icy minions
to stand
even in her weakened state
“Tell your boss,
he’ll have to come kill me himself.”
Persephone never expected him to answer her challenge
until one late night,
with Demeter asleep in the chair beside her,
the air grew heavy with his presence in the doorway
Death’s curiosity
of the girl who refused to die
proved too strong for his own good
And they became face to face
with each other’s undoing
