Hello fellow Steemians!
Here's a poem I've been working on over the last couple of days. It's pretty creepy and cryptic.
The Small Black Stone
In blue glow of my globe night-light,
he came, untucked Action Man sheets,
revealed me feigning sleep. Gently
he cracked open my chest - placed there
a small black stone, heavy and round.
He whispered something then he left.
Alone, I searched for evidence,
for scars that proved it had happened;
instead, just a new ache - much, much
older than me - old as the Earth.