It Looks Grim

I hate it here. I really do. I'm surround by all these fruits day in and day out. Their petty problems are so insignificant to me. I'm the one who sees the real issues here. Who else has to look so ridiculous as I? Jokes are cracked about me all the time and I see my humans staring at me and giggling every so often. To top it all off, my mother was plucked from my bunch yesterday; I miss her dearly.

She screamed and begged for mercy but nobody heard her. Nobody ever hears when we fruits cry out in pain. Oh, sure, everyone is a vegetarian these days concerned for the well-being of animals. But do they ever think about the pain they're causing us fruits? The veggies are no different. I can hear their cries from this basket as well as they are chopped up and sometimes dumped into boiling water. Stupid humans. Nobody even gives us a second thought.

My life here is mundane. I hear the non-stop gossip of Apple and Orange, and the cries of Pear and Plum. I long to escape, but I have no way of escaping this hell. I am stuck here, forever damned to this life until I'm picked for slaughter. My family are pulled away from me daily, and I myself am starting to brown. I can feel myself getting weaker, my insides getting squishier.

Do they not know the pain we must all endure? Our death is certain, but by what means? My family has been eaten in front of my eyes. And my lone friend, Peach, is rotting at the bottom of the basket, destined to be tossed in the trash like any old piece of garbage. Her moans of agony often wake me up at night.

Where would I go, you ask? If I were to be free? I would explore the outdoors. I would find a banana tree and find a way to attach myself to my distant relatives. We would lead a happy life, free of humans and unneeded death. I can just picture how jubilant we would all be. But, as you may have guessed it is my time to be chosen. The mother human has picked me for hers. There is no escape from her firm grasp.

I cry out as she peels away my browning skin. It burns with the ferocity of the sun. Never in my life did I think this amount of pain could exist. The basket is far away now and I am completely exposed to this danger. I say my silent goodbye to those fruits who are left as I enter the dark wet place of death and no return.