Game Night
The night was filled with alcohol and chips
Cards and bets
Family and friends
The smell of wine and burnt bread
Pasta on the floors and fur at our feet
Cats pawing and dogs howling
Loud bangs somewhere outside
But once the guests where gone
The noises got too close
They were right by the window
The front door broke
The lock quickly replaced
The gun next to her cold hand
Fingerprints wiped
Stove turned on
And the crime scene smelled
Like blood and fire
They said it was a suicide
Even though the murderer lied
Guests said she was fine
But deep down inside
She hadn't had the chance
To make a decision
Her last words where
"Someone finally did it".
-A.G.