She played it,
differently this time. Short staccato,
accented
notes, and the clashing of violin
chords,
the shrill shout,
of defiance and untold rage,
her trills faster,
and faster, her eyes radiated
outrage and hatred.
She screeched an
animalistic and guttural sound,
and the earth
growled in its response,
as she threw her violin to the floor,
and watched it smash,
into an abundance of tiny red metal pieces.
