It drills its screeds at me:

Diligently pulsating – bones outwards

It’s an ever present mass

So known, yet eludes description

Its monstrous whispers incessant

But the quiet is my respite

If it notices a trigger, it misses none, placards are beamed behind my sockets

Thankfully the duration quicker than the ever present moving film

The memories sting

The brute is quick to respond: it wants me to keep remembering

Then it tires of my mind. It wishes to lurk in the acid of my guts

There, it will coil and thrash; its friction my belches and burns.

Next, it festers in my nose. It wishes to tamper with sentiment: rid of the few comforting scents  

It forgets nothing. Reminds me of association.

Finally, it means to confuse emotion. It’s entwined in heart and stomach

A slippery fast moving beast

It steals sensibility and crashes through security

It needs my brain scrabbled: it is the fodder it feeds from

No one can see my invisible demon. It likes anonymity

But I feel every sinew of it. It demands I forget nothing

On good days, I can stamp down on it, deplore at it for serenity

But it is determined and intense

It’s too familiar with me, so defiantly it squats within

I can’t make it relocate

But at least I know it’s there

I know the enemy

I will outwit it!