Some whetstones honed me,
others just scraped.
Some flints pressed on temples,
others just cracked.
Some boulders rolled on my shoulders
others just watched.
Some pebbles rained on me
others just slipped.
Some gravels bled my feet
others just pricked.
Some shards reflected me,
others just shattered.

But one marshmallow
melted in my throat.
The pink promise turned to curse,
sweetness became suffocation.