Inexplicable rage coursing down ones veins
Pumping
Spinning in a vortex fulled by its own energy
Combustive and volatile
The spark that lights it lost in the sheer fury
And then the simmering after the force
A void an echo chamber in the head
Disbelief at how much rage a small person can trigger
For Not having done homework
Taking ages over her food
The worst
Not listening not heeding the Mother
The clash of wills
And the abuse of power
Dominance of size and age and volume of voice
Echoing emptily after it all
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