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Packets of Ketchup

She was hollowing, in the window peak of her kitchen, she wanted to feel free.
In her she felt a fire that burned full of rage from being in a cage for far too long, she needed to get out, she need a place of righteous feeling upon her natural state.
So she set forth to the woods, an unspoken nightmare that would empty peoples greatest fears of what reality could be hiding near the naked eye.
She was cocky towards her survival through the houses state  getting weaker. Meek through the creeky halls that slumber and snore every step you make, broken glass that was shattered from wailing winds and dualsome trees in the winter war.

She crawled through vines and skided through slipperly slopes of roots that have grown bigger than any man to live. She seeked freedom in a thrill liberating way, she seeked shelter in mother Earth's gravel and empathy towards foolish biotic subjects below her.

But what is given is what it costs.

Thunder.

A wolves night of uneasy racket, sensitive for minds of meek and fragile to those who wish for peace.