she finds herself surrounded
by glinting jagged pieces
the light filtering through
is warm golden brown
and it plays on the puddles
of spilled fermented froth
a small cut on her arm
oozes blood unnoticed
in the wake of torrential sobbing
hiccuping sighs and gaspy breathes
are melting in the air
the sick-sweet smell of vomit
clinging to her hair
the strength to pick up
the mop is gone
it stays in its place
and she wishes she could just
disappear like
the evaporating beer
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
Now this is one vivid description…excellent image to go with the poem.
Thanks Charles! The duel inspired this one… almost the same, but a different perspective.