Persephone arises yet again from the underworld raw and encrusted with blood of pomegranate, fecund and fed from worm worshipping roots up. The cave walls were damp and dank and enshrined with crystalized tears sunk downwards for a thousand years bearing songs and wails of ancestors and angels from above cycles of life, mercy, and death and they bathed her. She is now ready to party. Photos by @kisahues.photography