Phrases I cannot get out of my head

She was the type of tale that no one wanted to hear and everyone wanted to tell, escaping only so often as a sweet indulgence like honey dripping down your tongue, but instead of caloric intake it was a outpouring of tragedy.
Hers was a brutal story; never told the same way twice. A lifetime of abuse squeezed into five hundred words or less, something that would make a college admissions officer puke with delight.
She never showed up when she was invited, and always hung around when she was most adamantly unwanted. Dancing above the heads of a private party, buzzing loudly like a fly, but no one ever had the courage to get the swatter.
No one even knew what she looked like, nor the sound of her voice or the way her black hair curled like a wet piece of birch bark about to ignite. She lived only in the faded memories of adults and the tales of children.
In fact, her entire existence hinged on her not existing.