Rebelle Society

poetry

Persephone Searching.

I entered through the labyrinth, searching for the center part. The stalagmites glowed fluorescent, in the deepening dark. There were claw marks on the walls juxtaposed to crude art. My fingers caressed the etchings, like somehow these walls could speak. The secrets of the ones before me,  ...

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