I remember tears
The tumultuous upheaval
An unsuccessful exorcism
The years between
I remember the losing battles
Held down
This is where I have existed
I have loathed this dwelling
All the while fearing no other abode
I remember the fever dreams
The visions of ungodly beings
That settled and nested on my bedposts
That would not be scattered
No seraphim or cherubim to stand guard above the headboard
If not for the open window
All hope would be lost
But vultures flew in and out that orifice
Bringing foul air and maddening noise