Imag
In a house
Made up of dirt and debris
Black painted on white on the outside
Brown painted on rusted crimson on the outside
A lady tries to fend off a monster
Called “IMAG”, her lady friend who often spoke negatively
Imogene Marissa Anna Garza for the long form of that name
IMAG has been her partner for three years
And ever since then
Misery has come like bullets from the walls all around
IMAG hit the lady’s body because she was ugly
IMAG hit her lady because she was too, too sad
IMAG hit her lady just because a smile of joy is what possessed her to do so
The reward of joy from an unhealthy destruction to her lady’s face
The crying, the beating
These did only made IMAG happy
Happy as a bird under a spring waterfall
Stuck with herself and no one to help her
The lady decided to fight back
Against her evil partner
Striking with a blunt rake
The type of rake
Unsharpened by neglect
She poured her own neglect
Onto the rake and sang a nice
Calming song so she wouldn’t get too stressed
As she beat IMAG with a force of an elephant-like rhino
Driven by the temperament of a strong lion
Needing to catch and eat some food
The blood was now on her hands
Or so she thought
Would she be arrested for killing nothing but what was
A person imagined by her?
There was no way to tell
IMAG had come into her life
When the lady’s three sons and seven daughters had died
They were all smashed up
Into sad, unrecognizable pieces
By a giant, careless driver driving a truck speeding towards the goal of causing death
IMAG had entered her life then, at that time in her life
Their lives intersected with each other
Another woman who understood the lady’s pain
And fed of it
And fed or it
So much it made IMAG smile at the thought of it
If she could combine the suffering
She had stored away
With the suffering of this depressed lady that she had met
The two could live in a relationship
The same gender
The same sex
When the lady had lost her one male partner
To a fatal, life-threatening disease anyway
In a past of times long, long since past
But IMAG is now dead!
Would the lady be free of the same-sex
Violence against her brain and mind?
IMAG was just a goofy, troublesome image to her
Imogene Marissa Anna Garza probably didn’t even really exist
But Imogene was still taunting the lady
Even in brutal death
“What am I to do?” The lady wondered, not about to give up and have to not live with herself
“Will this shiny gun help me out?”
The lady considered entering into a relationship with Mr. Long Barrel of Steel
Who was a sex opposite to hers
But she knew
That the relationship could only end in tragedy for her, the lady in the relationship
The laughing barrel couldn’t help itself but to get the last laugh
First the death of a non-existent woman whom was nothing but an image she was previously
Friends with
Then the death of her
By Mr. Long Barrel’s abusive “hands”
She put the steel to her head
Remembering her children’s deaths
“Maybe I should go meet them in their heaven “
This is what the woman thought
“Just one time being with “Mr. Long Barrel will certainly be enough for me to handle”
With Mr. Long Barrel of steel
Kissing her neck
Giggling and salivating as he did
At the part that formed a hole-like space at the end of his lips
Seeing herself of her own end of his suicidal death against her
Waiting for his kill
Seeing her image in her own suicidal death from his neglect
And the quiet satisfaction that would come after that decision on her part
The uncomfortable silence
The lady remembers what the image of IMAG had told her before
“Remember, never be yourself. Too many people around you leave you forever if you just end
Up just being yourself.”
Thinking back on it,
IMAG was always right all along
The truth the lady wanted
Had momentarily vanished when the image of IMAG
Had come into her life
But now the truth was present before her
An imaginary friend, very different from the crushingly negative one IMAG had been
The positivity overflowed through the barrel upon her
Sending out pretty rainbows to wrap around her now smiling face
She left her relations with Mr. Steel Barrel
And threw him out of the house for someone else to have to deal with
For someone else to have to find him wandering out on the streets, all on his lonesome
She had a new objective in mind
An objective that she had realized
When she thought about how much fun it was to be around the life
Of all the deceased people that used to surround her as family
“I’ll carry their lives as my own.”
“They will never truly die as long as I live my own to the fullest.”
“I’ll live my own in my heart, as a reminder of how they believed in my own life
Till the day they never no longer died in my heart.”
And with that
The lady completely forgot about IMAG
And went back into the house
Closing the door behind her
In order to live fully in this beautiful, wondrous habitat
Made up of dirt and debris
Black painted on white on the outside
And brown painted on rusted crimson
Also on the outside
The lady would live without fending off a monster
Of the same or opposite sex
The lady would live
Cuddled up to a cut teddy bear
That she had formerly perceived as a monster
To her,
That monster had turned its ugly head
Into a beautiful face
That this lady had now finally
After all this grieving time
Learned to possess
And make one with her own