I sometimes wonder
what it would be like
if we were living
in a dystopia of glass
people would be made
of glass entirely
you could easily
see through
all these walls
the softest flesh
crystalline bones
ribcages filled with flowers
under the hardest of shells
- and all the demons
that only exist
untill dawn rises
were coming out to play
no hiding
only hearts worn on sleeves
but vulnerability everywhere
how devastatingly beautiful
that thought sounds to me
but if you are holding too tightly
I'll probably break
under all the layers
and walls out of stone
carefully guarding
things that no one ever should see
in my dystopia of glass
how devastating
that thought sounds to me.