Moment in Time 5:30am-5:45am

The door explodes
I come to
Where am I?
What time is it?
Where is all this blood from?
Flashlight beams cut through
The dark of the house
I hear shouting
But can't make it out
My ears are ringing
My eyes adjust
I am in my kitchen
Surrounded by corpses
All staring at me
The gun in my hand
Says I did this
I am the architect
I am the conductor
The lights are getting closer to the doorway
They hit the wood frame and fan out
They are yelling at me
Flashes
Bee stings
I hate bees
I raise my hand
I Squeeze
I see the officers head
explode
washing the wall behind him with skull fragments
And blood
There is yelling
Noise Retreats into Silence
I know it will not last
I am out the back door.
I am bleeding badly
It is cold
My blood soaked clothes freeze
Stiff, like running in Tupperware
hardening and crystallizing to my body
Down the alley
No one is behind me
Yet
Breath is exploding from my chest
Bursting into clouds of steam
It smells like beer and gin
I collapse in some bushes at the end of the alley
The branches seem to probe all my wounds
In front of a wall that defends the perfect homes
The perfect life
From the fury of the free way
The ugly mess that that makes it possible
Flashlights in the alley
For the record it was over a women
For the record it isn't how it looks
Lots of flashlights
I left them a trail
Gretel would be so proud
Flashes
Bees
They hurt more this time
They say when you die
You will soil yourself
I try to feel
I don't know if it is urine
or just blood
I am missing fingers now
I don't think I soiled
I smile
At least I have that