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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 flesh 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 kill them.
I see their death, to ease my life.
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Thomas Harrison
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