71. Ties That Bind

I am so lucky not to

love my sister’s husband.

I would steal him if I loved him, no

mercy would survive, my blood is thinner 

than semen, my morality

more sicilian than german, my

passions glow alizaron crimson.

I would have to

fuck him to oblivion the way a virgin

simply could not do.

.

Walking her to the altar

is something

I can do for my sister.

.