A poetic story about a Banana’s death.

Nestled in among my brothers and sisters,
I lived a green life on the tree.
Until one day, the humans came for us.
Those industrious and polluting flesh bags came to take our lives.
They plucked us from our Creator and threw us in a burlap sack.
Brought us to a commercial processing plant.
It was a awful experience.
I felt like we were in some fucked up sci-fi movie.
We flew up and down conveyor belts covered in rat shit.
Random humans would taste test one of our siblings.
I could hear their screams till today, when I let out my last scream.
There he was as I went whizzing on by.
He plucked me up faster than I could curse.
And then he cracked my outer flesh…and I felt my mortality roar out of my mouth.
I let out a scream that made even the butterflies cringe.
But the human only smiled and took his time ripping apart my body into strips of my flesh.
My inner form exposed, naked for all to see.
Then the Meat Sack opened it’s mouth and bit into me.
There was a quick scream, then nothing but blackness.
Such is the life of a banana.

I have a few books published on Amazon. My newest book is called, “The Firestorm of Tears.”

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