‘Persephone’ by Sam Proctor
Waiting beneath the rubble of youth,
Femininity mixed with delusion,
He took the air out of her lungs,
And refused to color her human.
He covered her in smoke,
Her representing all that were, all that are,
and all that wish to be
In the comfort of the embrace called female.
Take her arms and lift her higher
Wings spread, hearts flared,
Over the charred remains of her worth,
until she screams Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
and suffocates beneath it.
Sam Proctor | ’19