Before I even cut you open, I
Imagine stripping you, revealing chaste
Persephone: a gleam of white, a sigh
Of scarlet beads, of blood. Beware! Make haste,
For Hades rides to watch her suckle seeds.
It must be virgin skin that draws his sight,
So supple, full of life. What kind of deeds
Does he conceive? Such calculated plight!
I, too, will crack you open, lift your legs
And suck your juice from plumping lips. We kiss,
A secret, sweet and so silent, begging
For ecstasy. I dig my nails in bliss,
My mouth is stained by this red murder, by
Your red blood. Now, I have consumed you dry.
-- Justine Bienkowski