She.

She is gray matter
Epicenter of thought and being
She is less than a foot
From your heart
But She is miles and miles
Away

She is an open bar
Cigarette smoke in the air
And the slow burn of whiskey
In Her throat

She is a wandering eye
Throwing pearls to pigs
Writhing in sweat soaked sheets
Happily resigned

She is a monstrous beast
Slack jawed mouth full of teeth
Row after row
Saliva wetting everything
With the fever of fear

She is a silent tsunami
Growing growing
And falling upon you
Only to drown you
In the darkest corner of Herself

She is vicious
Jealous for time and attention
She asks for moments
And steals days
She takes days
And makes them years

Who you are
Is not who She is
She is dangerous
A wild self serving beast

But even so
She is not without hope
She, meet He

And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.

Romans 12:2