A/N: Umm... Definitely not light. No more horror books late at night for this girl.

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Every night,
In my dreams,
I see you die
A thousand ways
Sometimes it's guns
(I've always liked those.
The noise and violence
Appeal to me) But the quiet
Ways have their own charm.
And there's a kind of beauty
To the mild-mannered poison
Polite and diffident
It creeps up so slowly
You hardly even notice
It at all
In the beginning
Your beautiful face
Was so calmly smug
I kept my silence
Waiting for the reward
For my unusual patience
I don't think you even suspected
Anything at all
After all, who would ever dare?
I would dare.
I DID dare.
Your look of small discomfort
Was balm to my soul
I could scarcely hide my triumph
When you suddenly coughed
Then laughed with your little
Tinkling, bell-like, musical giggle
That grated on my nerves like
Sandpaper
And made a comment that I didn't hear
I just smiled as pleasantly as I could
Watching you
Waiting
I'd timed this carefully
My mother'd be so proud
I could see your face getting paler
See the dizziness grow
"How do you feel?"
I asked with fake concern
"You look a little sick.
Maybe it was something that you ate?"
You looked up, so trustingly
"Yes, maybe you're right.
Could I get a glass of water?"
I ground my teeth a little
Keeping a benignly worried look on my face
"That's a good idea."
And I got the water
Well, water AND... a little insurance
After all, better safe than sorry
I'm safe, and if you're not sorry...
Well, give it a little time
You drank the water without complaint
Not tasting anything strange
But it took effect quickly
Your face went white
Your eyes dilated
You would have fallen
But I held you gently
Careful not to bruise or damage
Your delicately beautiful
And whispered in your ear
"Little butterfly
Your silence is better than the richest wine
Than humble bread or water combined
I hope you still have enough reason to regret
To quietly weep inside your head
If I were guilt I would be a tiger
I would rip your bleeding heart out
And spit it upon the cold earth
So that you could know my pain
As intimately as I do
I hope your death is not easy"
I think your eyes showed terror
A realization of your mistake
But it was eclipsed by your knowledge
By the death you knew was near
I let it go, I wasn't greedy
Not enough to drag it out longer
Than it had to be
You were dying and I knew a kind of joy
The only kind that mattered anymore since-
But then, that was Before, and this was Now
Time to finish my business and be gone
I arranged your limp body on the floor
Fingers outstretched pleadingly
Head bent down, hiding your face
Legs kneeling
A penitent, begging for merciful forgiveness
Satisfied, I left