But this model simply doesn't work any more. I am full now. I am full of myself, my own energy completely inhabiting every inch of myself, every inch of my life. There's no room for a succubus to hide away and feed off of what doesn't belong to it. There's no room for entities and ghosts of the past and of sorrow to reside within any part of my mind or heart or psyche.
I have taken it all back, and I'm full, satiated, settled, complete. Not done. Not over. Just full. And joy drips from the simple sensation of contentment and belonging and purpose. And empty vessel makes a terrible noise. A full vessel makes none.