Told in The Garden District

I put the poison in her cup.  I swear I did.  He loved me before she came between us.  I guess I drank out of the wrong cup so now it’s me that’s dead.  Damn, I’ll have to think of another plan.  Oh!  I know,  I won’t leave and they will have to reach through me to touch each other.  It will become so tiresome and difficult and they  won’t understand why!  I guess now it’s me that’s come between them.