Slipping:
He kept slipping, sinking to depths I never experienced. It was the first time I knew of such things. And he would disappear, flickering in and out of the night like a drunken imp. Happy and celebratory at times, violent and quick tempered at other instances. The imp’s voice was unrecognizable but there were signs that he was still with me. I tried to pull him back, I spent my energies trying to make the trans-possession leave him . I was the hub that night that kept all the forces of the world connected to him and eventually he slumbered, deep in the bowels of his demons.
And now I’m the one slipping…