Confessions of a Clue addict

We went around in a circle, playing who-done-it

Like teenage incarnations of Sherlock Holmes

Was it: Rachel in the garage with a rope

Or Jacob in the living room with a shotgun

Or Crystal in the nursery with a knife

Or Andy in the basement with a belt

Or Drew in the bathroom with his pills

Or me, in my bedroom, with a pencil

And a pile of razors

In this alternate version of Truth or Dare, where

Everyone chose Truth by default

Because Dare was a death wish