Possession

I have stared insanity in the face.

He is sickly pukey green – a twisted thin smile,

Deathly pits of eyes

Inviting you in, charming your rational thought.

He makes you beside yourself, in both ways;

Actions no clear headed human would do, and

You stand next to yourself in incredulous fear.

What will she do next?

What can I make her do?

How much more of her can I take?

And why does she makes it so easy?

But I have found the poison to

Corrode away the face.

Like a Year 9 Chemistry experiment:

Title - Insanity.

Introduction - How I Will Get Back To Me.

Method - A grainy pouring of continual laughter.

Conclusion – An awareness of his

Crazy, loose, damaging, dark, sick presence

But no possession.

He will find no home in me.