Cakes

The singing of the birthday song
Started right after you came in.
And your presence invited others,
Though it’s not your celebration.
The twins, the celebrants
On their gray and identical dresses
Were excited to see you.

Stale Custard Cakes

The night was starting to bother me. I couldn’t sleep it away. I was shaking violently now. My nerves were tense and I kept on pressing my cheek against the edge of my bed. I tried to apply pressure using a dirty chopstick I had found among the pile of junk scattered across my bedroom floor. Where is my goddamn Mefenamic Acid?!

I wanted to rid myself of the throbbing pain that was eating the sanity out of me. How many times did my father remind me to brush my teeth after every meal? The stool my father had repaired overnight when I was twelve was very tempting. Throw me! Bang me! Destroy me! I reached my arms out but my hands were back to my cheek pounding it with as much pressure as it can give.