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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Do you want to know how the pomegranates tasted? Oh mother dear, would you like to know how they felt? Like freedom. Oh mama, don’t you know? He didn’t kidnap me. He didn’t have to. If we’re being honest here, I stole him. With all his darkness and silence, his dark kingdom with no queen- it’s so alluring. No longer am I merely a flower and the power of being queen is addictive Oh Mother dearest, your darling sister is using her power wrong. Using it with spite and pettiness, what a foolish woman. my kingdom is smoke and bone, my lovers eyes are brimstone and his mouth is stained red with pomegranates that taste like blood. You warned me against gods like him, told me the story of your brothers, how they were all trouble those three. told me to never taste his world, no matter how tempted. But mother, oh do you know how he tastes? The pomegranates were so very tempting. it’s really not so dreadful here. All I really wanted was to be queen, I suppose was a tad more ambitious than you Mother And who is going to question my rule? It’s so funny how my husband, always kind and faithful, is always the villain, and I, the goddess of flowers, am ever the victim. Isn’t it funny how everyone only knows your side of the story. But that’s okay, they don’t know how I love my power, as Queen of the Dead. They’ll never know the hunger of the flower queen Don’t you realize how difficult eating pomegranates is? I had to pry the fruit open with my bare hands fingers bloody from nails breaking I used to be so weak. And if they still look at me and see, only a rose ready for picking, oh, mama, they deserve to prick my thorns and bleed.
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