Murder

I see the blood on my fingers, clothes, and shoes.
I see it on the floor.
I see a body laying face down in a pool of blood.
I can hear the sirens coming closer and my hysterical,
High-pitched, bloodcurdling laughter.
I wander in the and find 3 more dead bodies laying in
Pools of blood.
Are the sirens ambulances or police cars?
I run far away from the house.
The pictures of my dead husband, little girls, and boy
Come flooding into my mind.
The realization of what I just did hits me.
I run, hiding in the shadows.
I hear people talking, trying to find me.
Someone steps in front of me.
They grab me, trying to hold me still.
I bite their arm, taking a chunk out of it.
I taste his bitter-sweet blood on my lips.
He screams in pain and lets go of me.
I start running as fast as I can.
I hear sirens behind me.
I give up and to police catch me.
I go willingly to the insane asylum.
there, I scratch myself to make me bleed every hour.
when they come to get me, I go willingly but they go to kill
me, I do myself.
I ripped out my own throat.