The knot in her stomach grew,
Gnawing away at every fibre in her body.
Attacking her cells,
Just like the damp on the ceiling above.
Each night it seemed to get worse.
Fixing her eyes on the dark spiraling mass.
Crawling down the wall, spreading like a cancer.
Just as It was fucking her now,
A dark, nefarious vortex
Pinning her to the bed, taking control.
Invisible hands clawing at her throat,
Choking her to the brink of unconsciousness,
Crushing her chest as she gasped for air.
Her mind escaping to a place where the words came freely.
In her head she could lose herself.
The emotions she struggled to piece together,
Flooded her head as she gathered them in fragments.
Like a puzzle, they all fell into place.
Her possessed body lay defeated.
Yet her mind fought on.