Aphrodite
Goddess of love and beauty
Made of sea foam
And a legacy of revenge older than the gods
What sins did the sea salt not sand off?
A birds-eye view of a red rose
Silky petals
Hiding the thorns underneath
A flower as red as the blood that watered it
As the goddess made sweet flora from a bitter corpse
Doves that sang as they mourned
Lives lost in a war
Begun by her vanity