They say don’t fall in love with a girl whose tongue is like honey. Calypso, she’ll drag you to her island and never let you go. Fingers clasped, a grip so cold it burns.
They say don’t fall in love with a girl whose mouth is full of stars. When your lips brushes against hers, you taste ash. Ash and dust and celestial rock from the heavens; her kisses taste of death.
They say don’t fall in love with a girl who keeps fires in her hand. Hestia’s kissed her brow and gifted her flames that could set the entire Earth ablaze. She’s met Death and whispered in his ear, and now, even he fears her.
She’s not soft. The only home she’s known has been the hollow of her ribcage. She is a girl of war.
Don’t fall in love with a girl who is chaos incarnate