I'm in them

It grips them like no other

tightly they grip and clenched

too enmeshed unwilling to let go

none like this has occupied their being

filled them so fully they cannot let go or abate

in their narrow minds in the deep depth of their psyche

they think about me all day long, that obsession whose attention

they just crave and cannot ignore so they writhe and write and moan

how they flutter and squirm and hide behind hate to open themselves