Perfect... she goes. Pinned into the hem of her veil of nonchalance... her sobs and woes. Silence drips from her heels... heels that hurt, her ankle that's already fractured. "No failures for me" she says. Wishing to receive, a surprise coupon permitting mistakes. Sequins enamored into her pockets that fell. Lost so many valued possessions at once... But she won't go looking for them. Like a nomad she travels, into the abyss of her own mind. Clad in layers of lies, naked sometimes. It's ridiculous she knows, maybe even outrageous... to live without thinking of consequences. But she's tired you see. Numb in her heart and numb in heartbeats. So perfect she goes. wrapped in her alone. Hiding from the lights... the crown and the throne.