I hate my neighbour and want to murder them

I hate my neighbour and want to kill them. I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts. I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition. I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk. I conjure images of their skin peeling like skin from a potato. Sliced in strips. I sit and listen to their music. I stand and hear their television. I hate my neighbour and want to smother them. Instead, I see their death to ease my life.