PIÑATA

I am a piñata, or at least that's what they call me. Apparently, I resemble an animal these humans adore. I sit in the store waiting to see what life brings me ahead. After a few hours, a woman picks me up and takes me home with her. On the couch, she sets me in her lap and rips a whole in my stomach, stuffing me with candy. After I am full, I hurt all over. Was this a new torture method my family hadn't told me of. I'm now full of Reese's, kitkats, Butterfingers, and even lollipops. Next, they rap a string around my body, and hang me from the tree in the yard. Hours pass and my ribs are torn. Suddenly, a dozen screaming kids run into the backyard. I couldn't move and I was scared now more than ever. They ran toward me with a baseball bat. I burst open as they strike my back and all my guts spill out in the grass. They take it and eat it like savages. After, they take what remains of me into the house. Before I finally left, in my last seconds of life, I saw myself fall into the trash can. I fall lifeless. They leave me in anguish. They had no use for me anymore.