Karmic Rubies

I lured a fragile daisy into my palm. She thought it was safe, a place of calm. Slowly I squeezed until it bled, until there was nothing left but the stain of Karmic dread. Next came a wild rose, attracted by my dying scent. The more I squeezed (it) the more I bled. I shook my hand, but it stubbornly stayed. Laughing as I twirled, bleeding down the drain. Then came a blizzard of brambles. Careening down from black moon mountain. Pocking every cell of silver sanity. Until my wings no longer breathed. So today I waltz alone, approaching the end. A fifty-six-leaf clover of hard-earned regrets. Then entered this mighty viper. Casually kissing a string of karmic rubies around this selfish iron neck.