Chocolate Light Lay Over Her Ripped Blouse

The cat was ripping apart my couch again... so I sprayed her with water and she ran away.As I sat back down to begin typing, she strolled into the kitchen and sat down in the corner - staring with those large, green eyes of hers. A drop of water dripped down her fur and she let it course down her face and off her nose.If she could talk, I believe she would say something like, "You can't blame me if I find your couch pretty."It's funny when humans use that excuse for actions deemed justifiable in their eyes."Why are you dressing like that if you don't want me to look?""It said free samples. It didn't say how many I could take.""We traded our souls for a chocolate recipe so don't blame us for harvesting from you what we need to survive."In the case of Persephone, her daily dismemberment became something more than a daily pattern of misgivings but a ritual of selfish demands based upon a 'cliche' of justification' for the rationaltowards the accosted; being, "You're made of chocolate. We sold our souls for you. You are therefore ours to do with as we will."Persephone is therefor put into the position of being an animated prop to be used for the benefit or abuse of others personal desires.It sometimes makes me wonder how humans would treat each other if we were all made of edible delights...