Can'tShe travels down the broken paths of wolves, where it smells of heartbreak and the sky is only alight with souls. Its wild, the beat of whatevers left of her innards. Even her skin glows. Eyes of blindness glitter in the florescent, absent, fading, removing moonlight. Whatever it is, whoever and wherever she steps, glass pierces and bleeds. The glass bleeds. Oh, how it bleeds. Empty skin and sockets, empty shawls and coats. Her absence is neither moving or inspiring. Shes lost it all. The talent, the shrinking feeling of matter. Age holds no terror or fate. Can she be lonely, more than now. More than ever. More than the smell of heartbreak in the air.Absence makes the heart fade, flounder.A thrashing movement in the air, and shes gone.