You cannot make me love you. I can scrape myself away, par down to the bone trying. I can prostrate myself—here, before you!—and rip my heart out of my ribs so that you may hold it in your shaking milk-white hands. And if I do not want your heart? I will give you anything, my dark and darling wife. Anything you ask. What would you have of me? What would you have?
SARAH BOLGER AND COLIN O’DONOGHUE IN SOME KIND OF MODERN HADES/PERSEPHONE TALE














