Scolding
Crash.
Pounding.
I Hit Him,
Sinking nails in.
His Wails soar Louder.
My Frustrations Leave Me;
For now, I feel Less Alone.
Delightful Dirges always help...
But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips.
"Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"
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