Was it a piece of food I hadn’t digested properly? It didn’t feel like food. It felt dangerous. A paper clip. A nail. I doubled over and spat. It landed on the floor in a spray of blood, something small, and even with all the blood I immediately clocked the color: the eerie white-yellow of bone. Bone. How could I have swallowed a bone?
You prob ate that dead racoon after all.
