Possessed Poem by James McLain

Over time, I grew accustomed to their comings
and goings.
The very large window faced into the dark woods.
My neighbor's were not far and few in-between.
Over time while she watched in fear as it grew.
Such was my room with out roll away wall's.
Asleep, deep asleep was like no sleep at all.
Eye's tightly closed and locked out of my room.
Asexual the succubus had lip's that weren't right.
Standing in my door way in shock as I watched.
Was this the secret, a priest without his white smock?
Out of my body being straddled, I'd watch.
I never told my psychiatrist or my school psychologist.
Such was the heat in my small wall less room
that they left a dark shadow of one tree on my wall.