Thirteenth Birthday.

They raked my cake all over the floor, they did
while laughing and staring so straight into my eyes,
before they mushed cake in my face, and they hid.

I'd just turned thirteen, when the boys which my mother had bid
brought presents of water balloons filled with urine and dyes,
and raked my cake all over the floor, they did.

They carried to table a blackened steel pot with a lid,
and lifted it up to reveal what the lid had disguised,
before they mushed cake in my face, and they hid.

Inside the steel pot were the urine balloons that they hid,
which all took, each one, and they all squeezed the piss in my eyes,
and raked my cake all over the floor, they did.

I covered my face and ran screaming away to get rid
of the boys mother bid who brought presents of lies,
before they mushed cake in my face and they hid.

Thirteen was unlucky, the boys, they had showed me, they did,
that I was unlucky, my house now attracted the flies.
They raked my cake all over the floor, they did,
before they mushed cake in my face, and they hid.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos