When we were younger, my favorite sweater went missing. My sister was the suspect and eventually found guilty. Every time a favorite item of clothing disappeared, the insecurity and sense of betrayal came back. That is typical. Siblings always borrow stuff and forget to tell you. She was a thief who explained herself. She was forgiven.
Older now, I have encountered a truly deplorable thief. This one seems unstoppable. No regret, no explanation. It just appears.
Thirty years ago, my mother was its victim. Thief appeared out of nowhere. It had also claimed my grandmothers, a few young friends and my uncles. It stole my dog. This time I am looking to kill it. However I can.
Back at Sloan Kettering. Can't believe I am here on York Avenue again. Nothing against MSKCC, I would recommend this place to any victim. This hospital is one the thief should be afraid of.
My husband, diagnosed with primary liver cancer, is fighting. If this horrible monster appeared as a person, I would enjoy stabbing it to death. If the police got involved, they would say self-defense. No charges. It is after me now and it must be stopped. I’m not sure if God would help, the devil definitely would not.
I am still alive. My peace of mind is not. I learned to live with its vile methods. Losing those close to me has put me on guard.
Doubt I will have much contentment or security anymore. Chased away for now, it’s always lurking, stalking.
The sweater incident was training for babies. I now have full grown hatred and an obsession to destroy it and save myself and mine.
We all die. It’s unfortunate as hell. If we all went peacefully in our sleep around age 100 or so, I might feel different.
You are around the corner for now, you disgusting, selfish, filth.
I am waiting.
