a sip of coffee

a sip of coffee

to calm your shaking hands.

take a sip of coffee

keep calm; remember the plan.

I wonder if he knows?

I wonder if he knows

About the small white packet

I wonder if he knows

As he passes me his jacket

Does he know I'm out to kill him?

slinging it around my shoulders

breathing sweet nothings in my ear

but all these words and terms of endearment

through my fear I can barely hear

Does he know what I'm planning?

he ought to have been more careful

he ought to have known

I really don't want to do this

But no emotion can be shown.

Tear the packet open, that's it.

a few grains in his drink

a few grains in his coffee

a few grains is all it takes

to leave him dead as can be

Is this what I really want?

he walks back to the table

"Sorry, the queue was long"

then his eyes drift to my face

"Sinead, is there something wrong?"

I can't tell you, even if there is.

another sip of coffee

and he's lying on the floor

you take another sip of coffee

then you're walking out the door

Now, that wasn't all that difficult, was it?

A/N: Not one of my best works, in my opinion. This is basically about Sinead being sent to murder someone –I'm not very sure who that 'someone' is – and she killed him by poisoning his coffee. Not very realistic, I know, but I just...y'know. /shrugs

Review, please? :)