The killer thought it was perfect crime,
But I will prove him wrong.
Everyone thought it's suicide,
But not me all along.

The gun was held in the right,
But gun shot was on left.
It was surely a murder,
And in hand, gun was kept.

The suicide note that was faked,
Included the letter ‘p’.
But typewriter the victim had,
Had broken that key.

There was a red lipstick,
That was dropped in room.
Also there was a nice smell,
It was a perfume.

I went to Miss Riley,
Who had called us here.
She wore the same fragrance,
And her eyes had fear.

Then I saw the train ticket,
She carried in her purse.
It was a trip out of the town,
With no reason of course.

When I confronted her these facts,
She knew she can't hide.
She instantly drank the tea
With poison and DIED...


© Dark_Flinch