Just a Dash

I wake from a deep slumber

To my husband’s aching cries

A woman’s there to comfort him

In the midst of my demise

I’ve fallen down the staircase

And cracked my fragile skull

It is an accident, they claim

But they don’t know at all

This woman that is standing

Along my husband’s side

Laced the Earl Grey I consumed

With potent cyanide

My body, starved of oxygen

Collapsed as I descended

I tried so hard to comprehend

But by then my life had ended

Our sultry maid was looking

For a way to steal his heart

She simply couldn’t have him

Until we were apart

He could never leave, you see

The life my funds provided

Once, his eyes were wandering

At times, I felt divided

With me gone she drew in close

Stalking on her prey

The woman would say anything

To make him feel okay

I could hear her whisper,

“She had a vile addiction.”

My husband gasps, “I didn’t know!”

So torn by the affliction

She helped with my arrangements

Watched me lowered in the ground

He was so very thankful

And was glad she was around

This went on for many weeks

This new found love connection

My soul was aching, agonized

Witnessing his blind affection

But somehow I had to show him

That this woman was to blame

My death was not an accident

I would not die in vain

I stormed into his dreams that night

I shook his soul awake

A memory of the bitter tea

“Beware, for she is fake!”

He woke up to her tapping gently

Upon his bedroom door

He had no explanation, just

“I don’t need you anymore.”

“Let me fix a cup of tea”

Gone, before he could decide

“And for you, my sweetness,

A dash of cyanide.”