I swallowed a pebble.
It was black and cold, like night

It tasted of dirt and little else
That was long ago

Time has passed and it hasn’t reappeared
I know it’s still there but I forget how small it is

There are days when I swear I can feel it grow
Until it’s all I think about

It suppresses my appetite
Hunger is only a sound

It affects how I digest the world
And leaves me feeling ill

There are days where I swear it’s gone
Those days are the best

I have to live with this pebble inside me
It’s black and cold, like night.