I swallowed a stone today. It was no larger than a penny, no lighter than a brick; It went down smooth as honey
Usually when one swallows stones It is the careful chosen sort; Much attention paid to the details of it- Any bumps, smoothed and sanded... Gold and Ivory, Jaded streaks smoldered in... A polished treasure sat snug in A Deep Blue Velvet box.
I did not chose my stone, Nor had I chance to smooth out its cracks, crevices. I was the chosen rather, all too carefully. 'Twas not a stone to be tinkered with... just did not seem correct.
Blundering my voice box, tangling singing strings with Heart string, making a mess of it all. Speechless and always with a slight throbbing pang When I tried to shout that stone jumped, Clattering and clogging up the pipes.
Smoothed by riverbeds, kisses from fishes With translucent flesh to put Peridot veins on display, I always knew the worth. My stone only settle in the back of my throat Away from the acids of below, Poison rising above. No larger than a penny, and heavy as a brick, But it went down smooth as honey.