To be honest, Persephone is a
bit relieved to have the difficult things
decided. Sick to death of small talk and
vodka tonics. She’ll take Hell any day
over the din of Broadway, tall grey suits
losing luster talking at young girls getting
younger. It was only a matter of time
until resolve collapsed and she said
yes again to the wrong man – or right man —
why wonder? Abduction is straightforward,
plus in Hell you never have to worry
what message the hem of your skirt is sending.