EggplantSoup.com - My Poison

She slid into the room,
Her tongue flicking the air.
She smelled excitement.

He lifted his head from his hands.
A grin formed across his solemn face.
He waited for her to strike,
In joyful anticipation.

Her rattle sounded
Glorious music, that
Hung in the air.

My poison is the best medicine.