Trespass
I wish I could walk in and rip her out - just step in through the ear and wander around the cranial lobes until I find her. The skull is meant to protect the brain from harm, to enclose that which manifests the essence of my life. Yet, night after night she’s there. Leave me be or I’ll tear you to pieces, I tell her. She never listens. Why should she? Crossing over into my brain was easy enough. In this unconscious oblivion, I make my stand, struggling to reclaim the cortex of my mind. I wake wearisome, still trying to cast her out. She is an affliction, a torture, a sickness. Be gone! The screams echo, in light and dark, while awake and in sleep. Death seems the only way to be rid of her, to vanquish this disturbed plague. It's decided; tonight I’ll carry a knife to bed.