A Guide to Intimate Killings

'''AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a dark poem by TurquoiseEmber. This is a Guide to Intimate Killings.'''

If you want to kill a man, and simply make it a heated scene

Invest in some robust, hardy rope and coat it (generously!) with kerosene.

Next, tie him up, firmly to a perfectly straight, cold metal pole

And make sure to wear a smile on your face as you swiftly pull a match to light the coal.

Bring the flame to the frayed end of the rope, and leave a little space.

So that you can be able to watch him stare at his fiery, unfortunate demise in the face.

If you want to kill a man, and make it easy and within reach,

Potassium chloride is found in laundry bleach.

Let it heat for awhile, and when the crystals start to form

You’ll have your own murder solution, fresh and still warm.

Load no more than five milligrams into a large medical syringe,

And inject it above the elbow, so it leaves no reddish tinge.

If you want to kill a man and cause a little bit of a splash,

The neighborhood pool always has a large water stash.

Send him into a room and bolt it tight and tense,

Then pour the acquired water through the seams of the air vents.

Oxygen? No need, he’ll have to compromise.

And there’ll be no need for you to hear his dying cries.

But if you want to kill a man with the worst method of torture,

Worm your way into his heart, slowly into his personal border

Do this enough so that eventually, his thoughts will all be about you,

And your scent on his hands is a daily cue,

But then, one day, suddenly distance yourself, out of the blue.

And he’ll be wondering, what’d he do to you?

Maybe even cry one time, but if you do, curb the tears at one minute and thirty-two,

Just enough so that your cheeks and eyes are tinted with the pretty blush of red.

He’ll become a madman of wondering what happened, and he’ll split his head.

Don’t bother to give him a reason, this will extend the pain.

And then leave him, so heartbroken, he’ll kill himself to your gain.