Alien Presence

He shivers in the sulking silence,
needing just to move, yet unable
to command his own authority.
His mind is no longer his own,
for it has been in stasis for
too long.

An alien presence of ill intent
has been rerouting everything.
Neurons, pathways, strains of
insane thought, are flowing
in icy streams through him,
unaltered by his want or wish
or will.

Whispering outrageously,
the din becomes a another
manic episode. Why is it
that he hears what others
claim they never do? He
feels the scream - its
building once again.

Echoing through his
imagination. And the magic
comes to save him just
before the world ends.
Her presence, touch of
gentleness and love...

? Michaelette ?

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