peach pit
so I'm sitting in the barnes + noble cafe with mikaila tonight, + we're talking. the right side of my throat's hurt pretty heinously today but I just kinda brushed it off. I'm talking about something pointless when all of a sudden, I feel something... move in my mouth.
I think, oh, no big, the scab is coming off from my throat.
this giant round thing falls into my mouth.
At this point, I start dry heaving. Oh my god what the hell.
I run to the bathroom + into one of the stalls, with this thing shoved into my cheek to keep it from making me puke or choke. There is no way I'm swallowing this thing.
I spit it out into some toilet tissue.
There, in all it's horrid grossness, lays a thing that is roughly the size, shape, + texture of a peach pit.
made of my flesh.
I screamed.
the woman in the stall next to me told me it was okay, that bleeding was a natural + wonderful part of being a girl.
A punch line when I'm the joke.
Seriously, though, how mortifying. haha. oh god.
I think, oh, no big, the scab is coming off from my throat.
this giant round thing falls into my mouth.
At this point, I start dry heaving. Oh my god what the hell.
I run to the bathroom + into one of the stalls, with this thing shoved into my cheek to keep it from making me puke or choke. There is no way I'm swallowing this thing.
I spit it out into some toilet tissue.
There, in all it's horrid grossness, lays a thing that is roughly the size, shape, + texture of a peach pit.
made of my flesh.
I screamed.
the woman in the stall next to me told me it was okay, that bleeding was a natural + wonderful part of being a girl.
A punch line when I'm the joke.
Seriously, though, how mortifying. haha. oh god.