my imaginary friend died today
or maybe i killed her. i can't quite recall.
she was telling me that i've never been closer
to the end of my life, that no one makes it out
of existence alive.

i slapped that bitch and stuffed
a sock in her mouth, cause i already knew that crap
she was saying; she just liked to remind me
of all i didn't want to think about, about
running out of time & running out of heartbeats.

my imaginary friend died today
and i brought dandelions to her funeral.
no one else attended, can you imagine that.
the priest looked at me like
i was crazy & i had to drop my eyes.
father, i know, you're right.

my imaginary friend died today
and i'm starting to forget her face already
like she was never really there, never really
real to me. & now i realise, she never even
told me her name, she never said hello
and never said goodbye.