Underworld
by Sarah Weglarz
Soften your heart
for the beggar
We only run
through the forest
To get to the neon lights
We only tear our teeth
through chests
to get to the heart
Pulsing thing
Small, precious thing
My love lies on the floor
A jar of spilled tacks
The maw
of some beast
that waits for me
We dance
under moonlight
We dance for one another
Ribbons of sweat
tears
crimson
We hold the flesh
that keeps us entwined
We’re ready to burst
My little Persephone
Pomegranate
Six seeds
for the beggar
We only run
through the forest
To get to the neon lights
We only tear our teeth
through chests
to get to the heart
Pulsing thing
Small, precious thing
My love lies on the floor
A jar of spilled tacks
The maw
of some beast
that waits for me
We dance
under moonlight
We dance for one another
Ribbons of sweat
tears
crimson
We hold the flesh
that keeps us entwined
We’re ready to burst
My little Persephone
Pomegranate
Six seeds
Sarah Weglarz is a college graduate with a bachelor's degree in English. She explores suffering, addiction, love, and death through mainly poetry and some fiction. She is currently working on a memoir.