"She wore a garland of pale blue roses,
and her eyes wept blood."

She had hair like that of black silk,
and her skin was cloaked in a milky-hue.

She had eyes you never remembered the
color of, only the fist that seemed to inflate
within the confines of your throat.

She went on plenty of dates, but the
events rumored to have happened were
never reliable (teenage boys).

She was obsessed with poetry,
always reading in class, but, like most
obsessions, I think it stemmed from jealousy.

You see, everyone thought she merely
loved the poems, but, truly,
she wanted to be one.