My heart is an apple
I keep it hidden on my sleeve
And when my heart is severed, thus
A star is driven forth
Her heart, fruit of Persephone
She displays it deep in Hades’ realm
I score it with my teeth and tongue
Its blood encased in rubies
Each night her mouth draws forth my star
Demeter’s child is dancing
Each day I feel her bite my heart
I dream of crimson jewels
(Illustration titled 'Pomegranate by Fruitie,' by Linda Herzog. All rights reserved.)
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