Short Story Poem by xx3 mikki

The air was pungent with the smell of blood in the dark, cold alley. By my count, there were three bodies, all scattered, but all within five feet of each other. As I approached the first victim, it seemed as though the tall apartment complexes surrounding the alley were staring down on me, possibly as the only wittnesses to this horrific slaughter. Victim number one was lying face up, arms folded, as if in prayer, and covered with a blanket from the waist down. The blanked was sopping wet with blood, and reeked with the stench of death. I covered the lifeless body with it's blanket and moved on. The second victim was face down, in a red puddle of it's own blood. The victim's once white evening gown was now torn and stained beyond recognition. After witnessing the greusomeness of the murders of the first two victims, I expected the same for the last victim, but was shocked by what I saw. The last victim was lying on the ground, as if in a deep slumber. She looked virtually untouched. Upon closer examination, I noticed that the victim had an empty bottle of sleeping pills in her right hand. Murder-suicide? Who knows... But it was my job to find out, as a medical examiner- the last voice of the dead.