now that my mother died the person i hate most is my sister

i am 32 but tell people i am 34. i do not know why

i have stolen my sisters car and finally feel alive (it is also what kills me)

my neighbors threw rocks on our house when i was little bc they hated us

the house i live and die in is more of a mother to me than my mother ever was

the other woman in the house is everything i want to be. i want to kill her

the other woman in the house is everything i want to be. i desire her carnally

i have spent an all but sleepless night and the very air tastes like wine

if they had stopped me i would not be dead now (why didnt they stop me?)

i do not go where i am not wanted bc i have never been wanted anywhere