Girl of glass, walking alone, they'll all laugh, and throw their stones, the more they do, she more the breaks, pieces clatter to the ground, with sunlight to see, but the keep throwing, They think she's beautiful, but only when she's shattered
A moment, a second, a blink, a breathe you take, a gasp, a flinch, a scream, something in your chest, a feeling, an instinct, a reaction A movement in pace, running, running, running.