HER

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I'd like to say that we had a momentous fight, and I defeated her.
But that wasn't the case.
And i won't say that we have made peace. She just is!
Sometimes I see her, the grey old lady.
Translucent - you could look right through her, a ghost of a being.
I see her more often when i am surrounded than not. She fears me when it's just us.
But otherwise, i am afraid of her.
Her hair grows fairer every time i see her.
Strands of moonlight emanating from her head.
In a crowd, she laughs at me - a crazy, threatening laughter.
Her body shows years of neglect. Pale and worn, she closes the distance between us. Why can nobody see her other than me?
You'd be petrified on looking at her, imagine having her consume you! She has engulfed me. But good God, isn't she beautiful?
~Maumil Mehraj