Glass is a great way to describe most women. Some are thin and delicate, easily broken if they are not help careful. They are beautiful to look at, but they very rarely have any purpose other than to look nice. But there are other types of glass. More specifically: bulletproof glass. Forged under pressure, mixed with the past and future all into one indestructible material. And to be honest, almost all women fall into this second category.

(Hope I’m not being offensive in anyway. Women are incredibly strong human beings)

In the echoes of youth, my heart would race,
With lightsaber battles, I'd dream of a place,
Where heroes in uniforms, strong and so bold,
Wove tales of camaraderie, legends retold.

Every midnight flicker, the glow of the screen,
Clone troopers marching, a galaxy keen.
I wore their brave badges, in dreams I would soar,
A soldier in service, with honor in core.

Then came the day, like a solemn decree,
A call from the shadows, whispered softly to me.
A great-uncle’s memory, like armor, it grew,
As soldiers once fought, I too had to break through.

But voices around me, like shadows did loom,
“Too young,” they would whisper, “You’ll ruin your bloom.”
Yet passion ignited, a fire inside,
For I longed for the life where loyalty's tied.

In the heart of Salvation, behind walls worn and cracked,
I saw them, my heroes, in uniforms stacked.
With their heads held high, they moved with such grace,
Each step carved a memory, each smile left a trace.

But beneath that façade, I felt the dark seam,
A truth in the silence that shattered the dream.
A father's confession, a grim tale to tell,
Of shadows that linger where hopes could not dwell.

“Fifty percent," he spoke, with a voice full of weight,
“Face trials beyond battles, their futures now fate.”
Like glass in the sun, my heart fractured wide,
Reflections of courage now faded with pride.

For in that moment, the loyalty broke,
The bonds that I cherished, now twisted in smoke.
The joy I had sought, in the ranks I adored,
Now lay in splinters, a truth I abhorred.

Yet still, in the shards, I found glimmers of light,
For each soldier's journey is both dark and bright.
In the face of adversity, they still choose to stand,
To fight for the freedoms, to protect this grand land.

So I’ll carry their stories, those pieces of pain,
Transform into strength, let the raw passion reign.
For even in darkness, the heart can still gleam,
In shattering moments, we'll build back the dream.

Though heroes have secrets that tarnish their gleams,
Their courage remains, woven deep in our dreams.
With each step I take, I’ll remember the call,
For the heart of a soldier still echoes in all.

you bit into your apple, skin crunching like bone your rosy cheeks puffing out slightly as you chew I can hear my pulse rattling through my ribs blood rushes through my veins as I unfurl my hands and offer you my heart

your snickers cut through my soul like a knife "no." you say. "you're ugly. disgusting" your eyes no longer look like gentle waves. they feel more like a tempest "your teeth are crooked. you're fat. I'd never date someone like you"

my heart slides out of my grasp and smashes on the ground. fragments tinted in red slice into the flesh of the earth you walk away, leaving me in the bleeding mess you caused i don't remember the first few days after that only the sharp sting of vomit up my throat and the sticky, heavy coat of tears in my eyes

i didn't eat much. i didn't care i didn't want to feel a bullet blast through my chest every time I glanced at myself in the mirror i didn't want to shrink in fear whenever you passed by i didn't _want _to be incapable of dating. i didn't want to be ugly

so i practiced i practiced carving my face into the sculpture of what you wanted i practiced sliding a knife through the top layer of my skin, molding muscle and sawing at bone i ripped out my teeth and sewed them back into my gums, correctly, this time

i wore clothes that squeezed my lungs and pressed into my stomach it didn't matter you never noticed I pray that Aphrodite will stitch my heart together soon

Im battered and bruised Hurt like no other The glass has shattered Between me and my mother I hope to be fixed I hope to be fine I hope to be repaired Its not going to happen As I sit here and cry on the floor Hoping you don’t come knocking on my door My tears are being shed When I sit here and wish you were dead My heart is shattered Like the picture of us My clothes are tattered I’ve been poked and prodded for far to long And yet I still wish your were gone Im battered and bruised Hurt like no other The glass has shattered Between me and my mother

i’m just breaking breaking until i’m broken. as broken as the glass on the table, reminding me of how hard he slammed the door when he left.

i keep faking faking until i’m not. until i can shut the door and let down my walls and cry and cry tears of glass cutting down my cheeks until my eyes are swollen and my cheeks sting from the slice of the tears.

i avoid speaking speaking until i think i need to have spoken. the words lingering on my tongue and pounding in my head are as sharp as cut glass and just as dangerous.

i can’t stop thinking thinking of everything i did wrong and everything i could’ve done right. if i could stop thinking thinking, maybe i could be okay again. maybe if the thoughts weren’t glass cutting through all my innocence and all my positivity and all my happiness, then i could be okay. but i will never be okay again.

“You love that boy, don’t you?”

Yes. Yes I do. In fact I have for years, But I’ve ended in tears. I’m me. And he is him. I’m no one to his glorious eyes.

It’s broken glass Scattered across the floor. Every time I see him It’s like I step on a piece. My breath immediately taken- But then the pain comes next Knowing I’ll never Be anything but worthless.

I’ve tried to speak to him, But we - no… I restrain from making eye contact. He found out of my fondness That was fun. Now I’m back where I don’t belong. But I never did truly belong here, All I really wanted Was to curl up in his arms. But alas, My head is full of fantasies.

He was the only And I mean only one who reached The standards of a man for me. He’s just like every character I read.

But the glass isn’t off the ground. It’s still around me Waiting to bring me down. My heart of glass. Every piece In a mound.

I love that boy But we will never be For I’m not the one to be found.

You see me as glass, so fragile and breakable. But what if that's my choice?

When I break, it’s you who’s left bleeding. You who picks up the pieces and cuts yourself with the jagged edges. It’s you who deals with the mess.

If I’m glass, that means when I crash, I take you down with me, And all the world will hear my final scream.

Perhaps I am the fragile one, but it's you who suffers the pain. So maybe it's not so bad Being broken into pieces.

Sometimes when we hear glass shatter it’s followed by cheers of Mazel Tov! Or laughter as everyone in a restaurant enjoys the spectacle of a destroyed glass or plate. When it happens at home, people are concerned, immediately sweeping it off the floor for everyone’s safety. But there are some situations where glass breaking is a bad thing, a very bad thing.

I arrived at the lab late that morning. Groggy, irritated, and a little hungover I opened the door to the building where overly chipper colleagues of mine were discussing the progress of our latest scientific breakthrough. We were making strides in the medical world, albeit controversial ones, and creating a disease that could kill off any other disease in the human body without harming the host. However, it was imperative that it did not come in contact with the host until after a sample of the hosts’ original pathogen had been extracted first and introduced to the Batman Pathogen, that’s what we were calling it around the lab, in a petri dish. This would allow it to learn the other’s patterns and kill it on the spot while mutating itself to become less harmful. Once that was complete we could then introduce a healthy sample from the host and ol’ Batman would mutate again to meld safely with it. Then, and only then, we could introduce it into the host’s body where it would become one with the patient and multiply, taking over their older antibodies and creating stronger, defensible ones. It would be able to kill off any foreign bodies that tried to plague the person. It was fighting fire with fire and allowing for new growth to flourish.

We found out through our rodent experiments that if you first introduced the disease without the separation state that it would quickly destroy the rodent from the inside. Not in a shutting down internal organs kind of way, but in a visually horrific, rapid body decomposition kind of way. The rodent’s body had started to break down like a decrepit marionette, bones dislocating from their joints and popping from their sockets. Then their every orifice started to ooze blood like their body was being pressed out with a rolling pin. Eyes popped, chests exploded. It was truly monstrous.

When we discovered how life changing it was when it was done through the petri-dish first, the rodent absolutely thrived! It grew stronger in every regard. And for that reason, our research had to continue. We had to introduce this to the world, it was going to make sickness obsolete and humans nearly indestructible.

So that morning, groggy as I was, I put on my hazmat suit and proceeded down the hall to my station. Not but 10 feet from the door I saw Luke, my closest partner, carrying a tray of multiple test tubes of Batman. As he looked up and saw me he smiled and gave a head nod, but he did not notice the edge of the table as he smacked into it with just enough force. When they say tragic moments happen in slow motion, it couldn’t be further from the truth. It all happened in the blink of an eye to the point where I wasn’t even sure it had happened as I saw it. When he hit the table the test tubes were violently ejected from his hands and flown across the room. Each one shattered with such an audible, high pitched, shriek I couldn’t help but cringe from the resonating sound in my ear. One of the pieces hit the ground and richotted back to Luke, cutting a hole in his suit.

The glass shards rested on the ground and sparkled in the fluorescent lights, almost otherworldly in their appearance, having but the briefest moment to give off this incredible sense of beauty. I suppose that is one of life’s greatest ironies that something so incredibly dangerous could look ethereal.

Regaining my thoughts, I yanked open the lab door to try to wrench Luke from the room but another scientist grabbed me from behind and pulled me from the room. They hit the panic button in the hall and slammed the door to the room shut leaving Luke inside.

With the panic button now sounding throughout the whole building, it was going to go on lockdown within a matter of seconds. No one would be allowed to leave and the CDC would be sent out with haste to resolve the issue. The panic button was not meant to be used lightly, especially with our project, so everyone in the building knew, if it was going off, shit was about to hit the fan.

I ran to the door of the lab, which was now bolted shut and looked through the glass. Luke was now trapped inside eyes wide with sheer panic and desperation. He ran up to the window and began pounding on the glass. He was locked in his own coffin, and we both knew it.

I stared in disbelief and terror as his panic turned to pain. An unknowable, clearly unexplainable, amount of pain. I immediately took back the thought that tragic moments happened quickly because the glass may have shattered instantly, but his death occurred at the slowest, most cruel pace in my mind. Just like the rodents, his eyes burst right out of his head. They hit the window with a gruesome splat. His face drooped like a stroke victim’s until the skin itself began to slough off. His body was limp but didn't collapse under his weight yet. I could see his muscles convulsing and moving like waves in the ocean. Red saturated his lab coat from the inside out and finally, horribly, he crumpled to the floor like a disheveled coat.

Rhonda, who had pulled me back from the room before hitting the button, was throwing up next to me. I couldn’t even register her reaction until I felt liquid begin to pool by my feet. Snapped back into reality, I looked down and noticed it wasn’t just bile spilling across the floor, there was blood mixed in. My eyes shot up to her face and saw her head was dipped harshly to the side, clearly broken from the neck. She had been infected and she was going down, just as hellishly.

The disease was now airborne and it was traveling through the building. Through the vents and down the halls. There had been others walking past our sector and, succumbing to human curiosity, had gotten too close. Their demise was imminent and their shed blood continued the spread.

Bodies were dropping all around me, but I couldn’t escape. All of the doors out of the building were mechanically secured for the betterment of the world. The rodents dying had been one thing in my mind but seeing the catastrophic effects on humans was another thing entirely. All I could do now was pray. Pray that the CDC would arrive soon and burn this building to the ground. Pray that Batman would never make it out into the rest of society. I didn’t think I had much of a chance of survival myself, the suit saved me from initial impact, but I had a sense it was only a matter of time. I helped to create this monster, I shouldn’t be alive anyways. We all deserved to go down with the ship. You can’t play God and this was our punishment.

“Please, dear God, burn this place to the depths of hell where it belongs and wipe clear this abomination we have created.” I whispered to myself.

I could see the vans coming towards the building.

“Contain this plague and let it not see the light of day,” I continued.

The men came out in droves in hazmat suits, running towards the building.

“With your Will, let it be done. Please God, let it be done. Amen.”

My heart is glass Fragile Beautiful Easily breakable Treat it carefully Or it will shatter And cut you

My heart is glass Vicious when broken Splintered and shattered But when given willingly It’s a gift A beautiful, Lovely gift

So treat my heart carefully If I give it to you, Don’t crush it Because if you crush it, There’s no guarantee that I can piece back together again

Written by MaxMayfield5ever

Shattered all around the floor Did I even make a sound When I cried out Reaching into the abyss I found nothing Shattered all around Shaking Staring at the mess I made Dying inside Knowing you don’t feel a thing