DI PETSA AW22 MOTHER PERSEPHONE Collection

I was not swallowed not taken I dug the wet ground, I pushed in made a hole as deep as my elbow  and then I pulled apart and the earth opened for me easily like cut fruit I slid inside it like rain I heard my mothers cries echo down and follow my decent  to the core of the world Silence Ancient roots touched my skin and froze it And told me that this is winter A woman falls asleep on a field of red flowers Her skin glows from golden sweat that reflects the sun Her nipples start leaking milk staining her clothes