His take:
Once a month for seven days Satan possesses my girl
You might laugh or you may agree
But all I know is that it's true
And Old Scratch doesn't sneak in all slow with his tail between his legs
He digs
Louder and louder until he comes
Through the floorboards
Through the bed
And rips open my girl lying beside me
As if she were a present wrapped in Victoria Secret wrapping paper
Pink, white and red and the shreds begin to fall out like birthday confetti
And when she starts a moaning and grunting and turning and tossing
I know that thief is inside my girl
Digging and scratching with smooth and shiny fingers
Like switchblades
Tearing at the walls of my seeds' future home
Kicking with his cloven toes at the furniture and busting up the whole damn place as if it were his
But it's mine
But it's mine
And I feel helpless
That I can't help my girl while she kneads her insides
Like dough that needs a little more water to quench that burning hell inside
While she hugs the heating pad hoping to sweat out Beelzebub
But it just makes him feel right at home
So he stretches out his legs and arms and whole body until he feels my girl up and she ain't my girl any more
She's his girl
And now I'm the one she wants to evict
And helplessness transforms into angriness and I feel like I want to kill that trespasser
But I can't figure a way to kill him without killing my girl
And anyway, how do you kill something that bleeds for seven days and won't die
That's why that devil picks my girl Because now he's invincible and I'm left biting my tongue, cracking my knuckles, pounding my legs, and crushing my spirit
Just waiting for the seven days of Satan to hasten
Her take:
It always starts when I'm in bed as if it knows that is where creation begins
It rolls up inside me like a small earthquake
First nothing
Then I feel my vitals and organs start to prepare
By clutching to the walls of my body
My breath quickens
My stomach swells
And I feel as though a third leg is stretching
An arm is reaching from between my legs
Stretching to run
Reaching for life
Escaping prematurely
I begin to chant a visceral lullaby
A low, guttural vibration
And I start to rock side to side
Lulling the function back to sleep
But it cries anyway
It cries and cries
And I hold it close and in
So as to muffle its screams
But it keeps crying
I warm it with the heating pad in case it's cold
But only I am shivering
And I am crying
And I can't make the earthquake stop flowing
Like an abortion
My unborn are ripped from my womb
My unborn are ripped from my womb
And I mourn for seven days
My husband watches like a bystander at an auto accident
Unable to help
Unable to not watch
And when I stare at him, he pretends to be asleep
Not wanting me to know how vulnerable he feels
So I am silent
And hold the pain
And the violence
And the loss and the death inside for I fear
If I leak out one word, one syllable, it will all come gushing out
Like the bloody baptism of death down below
And for seven days I mourn another lost possession in raging silence