A Devotional Blog to Persephone

I uncap the tube, and run the length of my wand along my lashes, staining them with burnt embers and coals stoked with hellfire. It complements the fire in my eyes perfectly.

I dust the sunset onto my face, powdered clouds shaken off the fibers in my brush. I heard that this stuff was made of woven fairy wings and crushed beetle shells and all the beautiful things that was made in the wake of destruction.

I uncap the tube with a pop, and draw the velvety red across my lips. in the dead of night, maybe they’ll see my fangs pop bright against the blood crimson, and then they’ll know why not to mess with a force of nature.

I draw my finger across the glittery powder, finger shimmering with liquid diamond and deconstructed moonlight. now there’s something to match the gleam in my eyes and everyone will know that once I was a child of the stars.

I put on my warpaint.

1. “Peach pits are poisonous. This is not a mistake. Girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide. It will never be your for swallowing.” (brenna twohy, from “swallowtail”)

2. “A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.” (gillian flynn, from “sharp objects”)

3.

(kenji toma, “ph.”)

My arrogance knows no bounds And I will make no peace today And you shall be so lucky To find a woman like me

Today neither will the East claim me nor the West admit me Today my belly is a well wherein serpents are coiled ready to poison the world, and you should be so lucky.

All I have is my arrogance I will teach it to lean back and smoke a cigarette in your faces, and you should be so lucky

No I will make no peace even though my hands are empty I will talk as big as I please I will be all or nothing And I will jump before the heavy trucks And I will saw off my leg at the thigh before I bend one womanly knee