Phantom Hollow cold ground

she had not realized her hackles had become like golden spires.

she felt such a sudden overwhelming anger over someone yelling at reverie. something old and raw ripped up through her innards.

men, her first disgruntled thought.

someone more important than you. she sneered with a nasty spat. do you want him to leave you alone? she looked over the man to reverie now.

a dog patiently awaiting command.