A Somebody Nobody

A SOMEBODY NOBODY
Her name is Sarah Charlene Glory…
Forever she was totally lost at thought
Staring at the walls as though they were going talk
Never once did she tremble or did her heart ever stop
She started laughing and crying tears of joy
One needs quiescence when methods are deployed
How would you strategize to get rid of bodies you so easily destroyed?
Ongoing thoughts and questions kept pounding inside her head…

“My husband was married to three people, including I, and now they’re dead
He was married to a man and a woman!
They were both brother and sister
My husband and I had three kids, two girls and one boy
They were married to him my husband… not to each other, you get the picture
You wonder why I live a life as an introvert…”

Her sub-conscious was so loud and clear that her head started too hurt

“Your life have been full of… what you would call repetition compulsion
Which means an inherent, primordial tendency in the unconscious that impels the individual to repeat certain actions, in particular the most painful or destructive ones
Simply said, you’re a volcano that’s erupting
Your first kill was your step father who sodomized you since you were six
At the age of twelve, you set him on fire and laughed as he screamed for help”

STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY MIND!!!

“How can I, when I am your mind?
How does it feel to taste blood?
How does it feel to see your husband make out with another man?
Did you know that the brother and sister were foster kids like yourself?
They were in eighteen different homes
See it fooled you to think that they were married to each other and that they were your husband’s best friends
To think that when you see the brother and sister kissing and being open about having sex in front of others was just a front… or was it?”

Sarah constant mind was rushing to a crash…

“They were sick like you are, we are
We are all sick individuals
Doctors say you suffer from psychosis hallucinations
Maybe this is fake, or made up
Is it possible to suffer from so many disorders?”

Sarah started banging her fists into the walls
Screaming to the top of her lungs…
YOU KILLED MY BABIES!!!
MY HUSBAND MADE ME BELIEVE I WAS somebody FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE!
WHEN IN ACTUALITY I WAS a nobody

A voice from behind her speaks out…
“SO WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR KIDS?”

She turns around but no one was there
Sarah begins to get nervous and scared
Her hands are covered in blood, but there are no bodies
She searches frantically through the house, but there are no bodies
She must have gotten the blood from SOMEBODY… or was she delusional?
Sarah have been off her medicine for a week
Sarah hasn’t slept in a week
Her kids have been deceased, bodies decaying for a week
The police surrounded the house, but she never heard a peep
Maybe her conscious took over and distracted her as a single bullet made a silent thump as it went through the back of her neck and out the left side of her cheek
Sarah body went limp and she came crashing down to the floor
She laid there cold and dead as a winter’s frozen creek
Eyes wide open with a slight smile showing partially her white teeth

The police found both her daughter’s in the pool, where she made them drown
They got a 911 call from the next door neighbors, where there dog uncovered a scent and their whereabouts
Out of the three, only one survived
The one she stabbed five times in the stomach and placed him in a tub of rotting fish in the basement
He still had the strength and courage to crawl out of the tub and climb through a window to make his escape

What people don’t know is that Sarah used to be Sarah Marie Dobson
Sarah Juanita Hernandez
Sarah Nene’ Robinson
So many different names…
So many different personalities…
So many people had to die
She was married and engaged a total of fifteen times
Fifteen men who died for justified or unjustified causes

Her first husband at the age of seventeen, is who she had her three kids by
But he constantly beat her, raped her and ravaged her in front of the kids daily
Out of fear she killed her kids so that they wouldn’t live a life of misery and what she encountered
From her great-grandmother all the way down to her
There were no uncles or nephews or boy cousins
All women five generations…

I WAS EIGHT AT THE TIME WHEN I WAS STABBED FIVE TIMES
I WAS THE FIRST BOY TO BE BORN, AND HERE I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE FATE OF MY MOTHER WHO WAS KILLED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-SEVEN
A Somebody Nobody to the world that surrounded her everyday
This poetic story is a cry for help, because here I was earlier today…
Standing and facing a wall with a bloody knife in my hand, wondering why I just severed my wife’s head away
Maybe because she just gave birth to a new boy that wasn’t mine in any way
She told me the truth when I began to cut pieces of her away
Unlike my mother I became SOMEBODY who was born from a NOBODY