The Neighbors

I knew I looked haggard, but the cruelty the neighbors showed was unnecessary. They’d call me names like ugly and witch. When I stayed inside they’d throw things at my house like eggs and rocks. I called the police but had no evidence. I was going to change things. I pretended to sell my house and invited everyone to a block party for the new neighbor. I hired a makeup artist to make me look younger. They all ate the dessert I made. I smiled as they foamed at the mouth. Now they’re all going to die from poison pie.