Upon entering the glass land,
The girl falls of sickness
And can move only one side of her body
One eye is watchful of the all blue sky
One hand caresses the grass
One side of her is alive and well
It misses the other half
One eye is closed by will, it is blind otherwise
One hand is fisted, ready to attack
One side of her is not moving
She cannot move forward, it is too much weight to carry herself
The side that is alive, it longs for a farther reach
More than just the sky,
More than the prickling of grass
The girl moves her hand to the fisted one, and the hands tried to hold it gentle, like a mother to a sad child
The girl begins to cry with her one good eye,
"No, no, that side of me is dead."
