The subtle kind. The warm nights and the wonderful wine and the words that are almost as sweet. Until in all the sweetness something else is found and it takes the life away as quick as that.

[ a mosquito killed her friends, they told her. And she believed them but now she knows better. Now, here, she had grown. Grown to see the truth. ]

You are more solemn, more honest, harder where the dangers I know of are softer, but they are dangers still.