cellphone chirps
shattering the silence
and the glass
he gave seven dollars
for a shot and half of it missed his mouth
shit talking
the man looks like a goblin and smells worse
everything is slow motion
knuckles connecting to jaw
bar stool breaking
splintering
ice and glass
blood and whiskey
pooling together
interesting cocktail
thumb to the eye socket
teeth to the wrist
angry drunk screams
shattering bone
obliterating consciousness
Now... who wants round two?
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