My mind’s foreign inhabitant entered my reality in 1982.
I came to believe in otherworldly things
and the devil laid his hands on me.
I was tortured to a point beyond rationality,
where laughing & crying became interchangeable
and I couldn’t distinguish between one & the other.
My life became servile to attendant hallucinations,
auditory, visual & tactile.
My daemon captor would promise,
“I’ll be gone tomorrow,” a clever lie testing my gullibility,
until it became an inside joke
beyond hope of ever coming true.