Your mouth contorting in brief spite and hurt your laughter metamorphosed into howls frame so recently relaxed now tight with three year old frustration bright eyes swimming tears splashing bare feet you stand there angling for a moment’s hint of guilt or sorrow the quick slap struck. The ogre towers above you that grim giant empty feeling colossal cruel soon victim tale’s conclusion dead at last. You hate him imagine chopping clean tree he’s scrambling down plotting deeper pits to trap him in. cannot understand not yet hurt easy tears can scald with nor guess wavering hidden behind mask. This fierce man longs lift curb sadness piggy-back bull fight anything but dare ruin lessons should learn. must make plaything rain.