She's here again.
I can feel her in my bones.
Every afternoon, she'll be here, haunting me.
Swimming in my blood, she'll make her way to my heart.
She'll whisper words I don't want to say. She'll say the nastiest of things.
I don't like her.
She makes me mean. She makes me grouchy, like a big bad witch I'll be.
As evening rolls round, she'll get worse, disturbing my peace. If I lose just a bit of focus, I may scream.
Fortunately, night soon falls and the day cools, as does my heart. With a hearty dinner to boot, she'll slink back into the hollows of my bones, appeased by her day's work and food.
But 3pm the next day, she'll emerge once again - my afternoon monster.
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