crossroadsbela:

You asked me once, mother “Why six seeds?”

I didn’t have an answer for you back than but right now I am staring at him and he is tracing out my name onto my hipbone with a smile and I think I’ve found your answer.

Why six seeds?

1. Because he handed me twelve. We both know that spitting out three or nine would not have been nearly so poetic and you always scoffed at my dramatics but it is because of my love for the symbolic that I am with you for half my time.

2. Because when he crawls into bed his feet are bare and bloody and mother, he cannot help it. Every path he walks down is drenched in the stuff. And mother, my hands, when I place them in his, my hands are just as bloody.

3. Because of the way he looks at me sometimes. Like he wants to chain me down and never let me see the light of day. Because he tells me that the way I look at him is even worse.

4. Because he taught me hunger when he pressed me to his bed and he taught me love when he let me leave his arms for yours. Because while you may hate the bruises he leaves me with, know that he lets me press double the amount into his flesh. Because he tells me that my kisses feel like dying and he smiles when he says it.

5. Because with you I was a princess. With you I was a daughter. With you I always trailed behind (you with your honeysuckle and rosebuds, me with my nettle and belladonna). And mother, with him, I am a wife, I am a queen.

6. Because mother, I hear that you created something called winter to terrorize the mortals with while I’m gone. I hear it’s cold. But, I want you to know that I spend those six months warm, curled up beside him and he traces my lips and feeds me food laced with sin and he whispers “my queen, my queen“ against my blood stained hands.

Mother, I wanted you to be the first to know. I made the right choice.

-From Persephone, To Demeter, By: L.D.