The bone

[Dris]

You hear that everyone, without exception, chokes on the bone someday. And so you are careful. But then one day it slips into your lunch, despite how cautious you are.

And then the bone is stuck. And then your afraid of throwing up because what if you accidentally throw up all your insides. But then your also afraid of swallowing it down because what if your stomach explodes. And so you stay stuck, because being stuck makes you feel safe. But then being safe means you never get to taste the raindrops again or your birthday cake or the tongue of your lover or the texture of those ice cubes you used to lick with your cousin when you were kids and you were bored when the lights went out. 

And so the bone stays stuck and festers inside your throat like an untended wound until you can never taste anything ever again. Suddenly you realise that missing out on these things is worse than your stomach exploding or your insides disappearing.

And then you wonder if your stomach was ever gonna explode or if you were ever gonna lose your insides after all. And then suddenly, those two options don't even seem so bad anymore, and you realise, all along, that the bone was never the real enemy. Only your choices were.

Hi Dris - I like prose poems. And this is a good start.
I think the metaphor of the bone has a few problems - if you don't swallow it or if it doesn't go away on its own, you die. Or you cough all the time. The metaphor doesn't work because the physical object it is based upon behaves in a certain well known way in the human body.
Otherwise, good one. The part in green is particularly nice.

Thanks for the feedback !

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The prose is very straightforward. There's a childlikeness that is understanding maturely and still a sense of being childlike in simple solutions.
The bone behaves as a Symbol rather than a Metaphor, as the prose recalls surreal and playfully serious predecessor prose poems.
The poem isn't surreal at all, and the childlike mature simplicity alludes without being at all explicit (or even aware) of the playfully unsurreal tone that it takes.

I'm not gonna lie I don't completely understand what your trying to say here. Is it OK if you can clarify for me?
I understood what you were saying until you got to "as the prose recalls surreal and playfully serious...." and onwards.