Buttercups

by echoing noise

They say if you hold a buttercup under your chin, it will make it go yellow if you're sweet. This never worked for Petunia Dursely.

I see a young face
With young eyes

In front of me.

But the tears
The pain
The crying out loud

Are not young.

I see a young face
With young eyes,
And I know it's not a child standing in front of me.

I don't know why I slap him.

But I don't bother to wonder why it feels so good.