Hear ye, hear ye.
Come see what remains
of the little girl with no heart.
She lives in a glass house
and displays her life on screens
like pixelated Rockwells.
Pass judgement on her
as no sound is played
and watch as she
goes through the motions
of living day to day.
Look on as she slowly deconstructs
and point your fingers as she crumbles.
Let he without sin
caste the first stone
and laugh as the girl shatters
along with her house of glass.