I’m moving. Again. And in the midst of it all, the WIP is still IP. Rewrites abound, but in the meantime I shall leave you with a verse written by a nonexistent young woman in my unfinished novel. You may guess her name:
In the story, I’m just a girl
Hades plucks out of a field
and carries off to Hell in his black chariot.
Demeter, my mother
wanders the world in search of me,
cursing the poor earth barren with her grief
until she finds me lying under it.