I am in pain. I am in pain because I accidentally ate a whole entire cherry.
I wish I had eaten the cherry in a sundae. I could really do with one of those banana split ones with whipped cream on top.
But no, the cherry that I ate had been on its own.
Rather,
I had felt alone and that berry had been ripe for the taking.
I remember the excitement of plucking this one from the bunch. It had been one that was slightly deeper into the pile of many other cherries. I had not been keen on picking the obvious choice you see. The platter on which the cherries had rested had been a toothy pearl colour. I thought that the plate had been strange because it was flatter than a bowl, but not quite flat enough to be a plate.
I usually spit out the stems of cherries, but I had begun to consume this berry while I had been distraught. So due to my circumstances, I also ate the pit and the stem too. It all went difficultly down in one go.
The pit of the cherry is still lodged in my heart. Somehow the minuscule rock managed to be unscientifically absorbed from my pharynx into my pulmonary vein and has made its way to my poor blood-pumper.
There is nothing anyone can do to remove it.
I am proud of my heart for it keeps on beating. Too quickly but it keeps on beating.
I keep on beating.
The stem of the cherry is lodged at my throat. When I try to think or use my brain at all, the stem is swivelled vertically in a way that stops me from breathing.
There’s another kind of pain too. This secondary ailment has nothing to do with the accidental cherry. This is one of an all-encompassing variety that spreads evenly through the avenues that exude from my heart.
Unfortunately,
the agony is everywhere at once.
There was just a prickly picket of adrenaline on my left thigh.
It felt hot and cold at the same time.
Was that part of the pain too?
Maybe it was something else.
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