The vase shatters
as the bullet ripples
through its shell.

The flowers fall
dead upon the table
amongst the glass.

The water slowly drips
like cooling blood
onto the floor.

The glass lays
in innumerable pieces
amidst the corpses.

The room is
an absolute mess,
the scene of a murder

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