‘Flowers are for the dead’,
least that’s what
the mortals say.
I’ll come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today.”
-Daniella Michalleni
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“Would that bright-eyed Athena should care to love you as once she cherished mighty Ulysses in the land of the Trojans, where we Achaeans suffered woes -for I never saw the Gods showing such open affection as Pallas Athena stood by him for all to see.”
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“Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever – only, nothing is eternal.” Audre Lorde
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“Do not send flowers,
we’ll throw them in the river.
‘Flowers are for the dead’, ‘least that’s what
the mortals say.
I’ll come back when he bores me,
but Mama,
not today.”
Daniella Michalleni on Persephone
Post 6/6
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“Mama, Mama, I hope you get this.
Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold,
know never have I been better
than when I am here.”
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Post 5/6
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“I hope you’ve heard of horns,
but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom
he kneels only to me,
calls me Queen, calls me Mercy.”
Daniella Michalleni on Persephone
Post 4/6
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I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you,
the red on my lips isn’t wine.
Daniella Michalleni on Persephone
Post 3/6
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“I wanted pomegranates—
I wanted darkness,
I wanted him.
So I grabbed my king and ran away
to a land of death,
where I reigned and people whispered
that I’d been dragged.”
Daniella Michalleni on Persephone
Post 2/6
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“I asked him for it.
For the blood, for the rust,
for the sin.
I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about,
or the fine marble of palaces,
or even the roses in the mouth of servants.”
Daniella Michalleni on Persephone
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“The Goddess of beauty, Aphrodite, come down to earth in mortal form. She will bring the disaster I have prophesied. Her name will be written in letters of fire: Helen. Helen of Troy.”
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“And when, on Paris' return, Cassandra saw Helen coming into Troy, she tore her hair and flung away her golden veil; but the city nevertheless received this woman as a jewel meant to enhance its beauty”.
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