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.

Fear

they serve as reminder,
A tattoo of sorts,
memories hold the needle,
and tear my skin,
Scars are tattoos of bad memories

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