I WAS PERSEPHONE by Sareena Sandhu June 1998
I watched in awe as the blind red dirt
Covered my torso.
Seeming unreal
Whispering to the fourth wind
The one which does not make a sound or motion
As it blinds and pushes you in defiant instinct.
Thrown to hungry wolves
They are amused
My composure is self-withstanding
I am forged with metal which wraps its forceful nature upon my back.
And I am in Hades,
The cruel depths…
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