She haunts my dreams
She constantly makes her way into my thoughts
She refuses to let me forget
the torment
the harassment
the trauma
It's been 29 weeks since I last saw her wrinkled, drooping face
In two days I will be forced to look into her cold, blue eyes
and I am terrified
I wonder what she will say
what lies she will tell
to defend her Machiavellian actions
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