225. Her Name
Her Name
It did not wound me to hear it.
Like her memory,
it had become a dull ache.
But Demeter’s words
awakened something else
within me.
Only a mother
could truly understand
another mother’s pain.
My jaw set as I realized
precisely where
I needed to go.
I took Demeter’s hands
in mine and kissed them,
an unspoken promise.
Then I made my way to the cave
that would lead me there.
To Styx’s abode.
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