Persephone Remembers the Pomegranates

You’ve heard it was the pomegranate. 

Those six juicy, ruby seeds, staining my lips and fingers. Sealing my fate. Damning me.

You’ve heard that’s the reason I can’t live my entire life in the sunlit lands, why every year, as the seasons turn, I must travel to the darkness of the underworld.

You haven’t heard the truth.