woman, metaphorically.

tears of gold, but a heart of ice, lucent stars illuminate her wicked eyes. a precious soul, a vexatious present to her roses, encompassed in fine, black paper. for she carries a green snake, coiled around her neck and red horns have sprouted from her scalp. she bleeds cries from the Gods, a siphon of Aphrodite’s disposition.

an easy task, she is not. with a will stronger than the sun and independence vaster than the moon, she moves to the beat of her own drum. she takes pleasure in walking the tightrope of life, for, one day, she will all but dance into the blackened arms of a Grim Reaper.

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“a vexatious present to her roses” - refers to metaphor ‘love is a rose’.