I have a confession.

A rather odd concession.

The other day, when the world was asleep.

I slipped into Lauren’s house without a peep.

The stairs weren’t too steep.

They didn’t let out anything, not even a creak.

The house did not stir.

The Roomba did not whir.

I slunk over to her bed.

My heart filled with dread.

Simply put, I wanted her dead.

So I picked up a pillow.

And this part, well, I went kind of slow.

Placed it over her face.

Careful not to leave any trace.

Her life was in my hand.

Just as I had foreplanned.

Then without a second thought.

I made her heart stop.

Leaving like a fog.

Barely breaking a jog!