possessed by what isn’t in my possession

i stapled her picture to my chest in a fit of desperation, carved her name across my brain in the hope she would get caught up in her own wonder and give me a moment of peace, her presence talking over in totality

it didn’t help, nothing works, the exorcist fled to find her, leaving his holy book behind and carrying a diamond ring, the therapists don’t believe she exists, greatly overstating my imagination and mental prowess

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