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Cutting up the Future
She's covered in blood
Not sure whose
Crush, crushing it like ice
The ice of her drinks
The table full of empty glasses
A busy night, they forget
Now she is getting strange looks
Look, looking at her shocked
Blood on her face, arms
Hands, even on her legs
Where there were glasses
Now a broken body
Crush, crushing glass and bones
Tearing flesh and clothes
She knows the hair
People rush past her
Move the body to the floor
Sirens wail
The closer they get
The further away her life is
Colours light up the bar
A scream starts but gets nowhere
As she takes a last look at her face
Now cut, bruised, still familiar
But not hers anymore