My Sad Life

I was born in a bowl. I grew there. But as i grew I was beaten down repeatedly. Over and over again by a giant and her fists.

After I was beaten, I was taken away from my home. Compressed as far as I could be without my body tearing apart from itself against a cold, sterile, metal sheet.

I thought it was over. Then the corpses of other mangled foods were thrown atop me. I shudder to think what happened to them. Their weight was excruciating.

A white blanket was used to cover us all. Soon after we were moved again to an enclosed room. The room got warmer and warmer. The blanket of white began to droop and brown. It was terrible.

Then I was cut up into eight pieces and she ate me..