Her skin is full of holes, and she’s raped by the dawn on a daily basis; wandering the midnight streets of this broken City. Her feet are calloused and raw. That once tough heart is soft now, looking for love in the rabid faces of evil. Seagulls still fly into cars, and spiders spin webs in the dark. Abandoned houses have become her home and her soul aches for someone to hold. Sometimes, dreams float by, like a dragonfly on a soft breeze.