You walk by and glass is shattered everywhere. Their homes are just broken.

Even though on the outside we glittered like gold, inside we were almost as black as coal. Sometimes the glitter people saw was only the shattered pieces reflecting among the broken glass.

You're talking crazy, Cassie. Let me break that glass around you."I wrap my hand around the door knob and allow tears to fall. "That's the problem with glass, Keith. When you break it, it cuts you." I swing the door open. "And pieces are left shattered everywhere that you can never put back together.

The first thing we saw when we came in this morning was shattered glass everywhere.

....you were a jumble of broken bits of glass the sun caught and stained my soul with your colors....

I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.