HADES : Each one of my ribs —I will open each one of my ribs with fingertips, break each one of my ribs, and allow you to dive your hands into my chest so you can feel the beating of my heart. I will show you that life isn’t always warm, isn’t always veiled in dusk and emerald.
PERSEPHONE : And I will spit between your ribs and you will survive on my contempt.
Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

