A New Found Low (thanks mom)

Impotent hatred runs congested through my veins, speeding by heart and slowing my blood to a twisting crawl. In invades my mind and simply sits, eroding the last of my love for her.

She’ll  come and stir it, throw in pity and guilt for the child, and it burns anew, a white hot ember that can do nothing but make my vision dim, I lose the world.

I see nothing but my sister, my sibling child, sitting at her feet and learning only the worst of the world. From her, the one I should love most dearly (I do) but loath so passionately(I really do!).

Absolute disgust eats the hatred and I’m left feeling sick at myself at her at it all.
I suffer her for those in my charge, I suffer for the child that should be mine,
and i will always suffer for her.