Signs of Persephone
I was driving and a black ram stopped my car. I almost hit it, and I honked trying to move the creature. The ram stared back as if waiting for me to do something. I have the sudden urge to eat pomegranates. I changed my perfume to a lavender scent because the Chanel I wore before it became toxic, and the lavender became intoxicating. I have the sudden urge to eat pomegranates. The willow tree in my yard and the ivy that grows on my home look like art. I stare at it for hours, transfixed, until my eyes burn from looking for something I cannot find. I have the sudden urge to eat pomegranates. There’s someone in my house. Her hands brush hair from my eyes, torch in hand, leading me to hidden parts of the world. I have the sudden urge to eat pomegranates.
Ella Pearcy is a freshman at SUNY Geneseo. She is an English and creative writing major, and a women and gender studies minor. She plans to continue her studies in Europe, and get her masters in creative writing. Her interests include: fashion, archery, Studio Ghibli, and reading everything she can get her hands on. She aspires to be an author, and hopes to one day have a published series of her own.