She is lonely,
known for wanderin’ through
the park next to her house at 3AM—
barefoot.
The gallows of sadness gallop alongside
her face.
Her lifeless,
ambivalent  
emotionless
face crawls through the dark park.

She’s cold,
longing to be reaching
for a lover.

Her veins are frigid.
There is a thickness,
like oil
pulsating through her body—
slowing her movements to a malaise.
Her faceless friends are unaware
of her plan to escape.