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you sigh

a stay of execution
just the sound you make
as you reload your gun

and me

watching the seconds tick by
wondering

when will the clock stop
what time will it be
when you finally kill me

Persephone

Yes, I am coming, mother,
Ankle deep in asphalt,
Under the cracked eyes
Of the cameras in the subway.

I bring the festering heat,
The mosquito's sting,
The stench of overripe decay,
And the hurricane's roar.

You will kiss away
The pomegranate blessings,
The gifts of rubies from my love,
And bitterly I may smile and say

Mother, do you care
That your sunlight hurts my eyes
Or that I hear death
When you speak of life?