Posessed
I woke to a troop of demons
all but one a familiar pain
What talent for misery
it must be-
to rip this black and bloody
thing from a glimpse of sunshine
An education in the physics
of light, this dark matter
Surely this one will be
my sole familiar
I'll nurture in it
a pair of ragged claws
to sink deep into my breast
and feed it on the bitterest
poison- hope and vain imaginings
A Madwoman Trying to Escape
