I ate a pebble for breakfast <br />A stone for lunch <br />And a boulder for dinner. <br />Usually the same mass of food <br />would run through my body <br />and accumulate loosely on my hips, <br />my thighs, my butt and my midriff. <br />Today, however, these rocky monsters <br />sit firmly in my stomach, <br />unwilling to budge. <br /> <br />That's probably why my stomach hurts, <br />why my limbs are feeling heavy, <br />and why my body no longer moves. <br />My head is pounding with <br />the pagoda that sits upon it <br />more than seven stories high. <br />My shoulders are bearing <br />the whole damned world <br />that Atlas had to hold. <br />And now my core muscles are <br />too busy holding my stomach taut <br />lest it burst apart. <br />There is nothing left in me <br />to bloody hold me together <br />and to help me stand. <br /> <br />And when the rain beats down <br />like eternal damnation <br />and hateful acid tears, <br />I know that I am dying slowly <br />and then all the rocks I thought I ate <br />start bursting out of me, <br />Eager children of my messed up head <br />with all too much immensity <br />such that they, too, now exceed their mother.<br /><br />Yiling Ding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ate-a-pebble-for-breakfast/
