mythology quotes

Don’t you dare pity her
She traded a suffering soul for a throne of bones
She exchanged watchful eyes for a court of her own
The seasons of the earth depended on the very breath she took
She had death wrapped around her fingers and spring at her beck and call and the ruler of the heavens tasked with finding her
She turned the world upside down to find freedom
The daughter of flowers escaped her prison made out of roots and thorns and became the queen of death and forged her new home out of shadows and power
—  Persephone was the real winner

they say he stole her,
as if Persephone were only something to be coveted
and not a goddess in her own right,
as if she were not as feared in their realm as he.

they say that he corrupted her,
that Hades’s flower wilted under the stench of his death
but they forget that Spring is rebirth,
that if anyone could be touched by the underworld and flourish,
that it would be her.

they say that he tricked her,
that she did not want to stay.
but they forget how the winter drags on,
how each year it creeps in sooner,
leaving bones aching for a hint of her warmth,
and it is not because he will not let her leave
it is because
she does not want to go.

—  C.B. 

Η αγάπη είναι ομίχλη που καίγεται με το πρώτο φως της πραγματικότητας.

In her kiss I taste the stars,
and they are cold
Nebula flows into her veins,
like a cascade of silver
and gold
Ribcages like the rings of Saturn
Lips like the universe’s edge
Eyes that could outshine the sun above
And a black hole where my fingertips met
She carves me like a sculpture
and paints me like a masterpiece
in the color of rapture
and stardust
and mist
Reddish like an ember, I blister
Twisted like the scorching sunrise
Though to darkness she’s a mistress
To my heart’s a demise
And she won’t stop til I quiver
quicker upon her skin
Each touch of flesh’s a warning
that my tongue’s exploring
the goddess within
Pierced by ecstasy, I wondered:
“Why isn’t her love mine to keep?”
While breathing deep admiration
found myself locked around her hips
And I shall die from starvation
the second she leaves
Now I can hear the angels choir
Claiming her out my grip
They’ll gather her into constellations
For she’s God’s favorite creation
But plainly a lover to me.
—  A night in Asteria’s bed. // Larissa Teles.