I, the possessed

It sounds more dramatic than it is.. surprise surprise..

I, the possessed

 

Open my most sacred space

To the ghosts cast out

From the heads of those

Favored by Francis de Sales*,

Who blesses and protects them.

They carve impressions into my heart

With quills, and fingernails

And bone.

In turn offer them immortality,

If they remain

Between the walls of my temples.