Crushed 3

​I was glass. Clear, fragile. I taunted, I sneered. I saw him and cried. I’m glass! See through me, see past this. See the hidden smiles, the fleeting touches. The brief moments I couldn’t breathe.

He saw concrete. I was a complex structured wall and he was a hammer. He couldn’t see through me, so he went through me, and there was nothing left when he was gone.