I long to hurt my siblings, to the extent that their disdain at my primitive methods means nothing. What does it mean, that you look down on my violence, if your lips are ripped at the corners? If your ears are off?

Maybe too I'd like to put them in eternal silence. I'd like never to have to hear their voices again, or see them. I'd really like to see them dead. See their pale bloodless faces. I want them behind glass.