"It happens at certain regular times of the day and night:
Voices in my head begin to question me
methodically
about something in my past --
a family member, a friend, a place I went to school or worked.
Over and over they ask questions.
They are repetitive,
as if initiated by a persistent inquisitor.
I try not to respond, but the process is seductive.
It is as if, violating my mind with insinuating whispers,
they are invading the very soul
of the private, cherished memories of my life."
- Judy Malloy, Ask for Sanctuary