If you walked in my shoes "A SLICE OF LIFE"

I am a chicken nugget

My life
Used to simple - it started
As a group of muscle cells
In a lump of breast meat.
My mitochondria forged glucose;
Golgi bodies hoarded proteins.
My life
Was bliss, until the day
We would never forget.

A knife, so dangerously sharp, slit
Through skin.
Cried.
The creature’s pain reverberated
And slapped us all.

I was
Separated
From the rest of the chicken,
And now was part of a lump of meat.
Cut, cleaned, processed
Into chunks.
Chunks of living death.

Wrapped in plastic,
Sealed in polymer tombs,
Awaiting freedom.
My only hope
Was that we would be rescued.
By a humanitarian; a giving spirit
Who could help.
A vegetarian.

The other nuggets wanted to emancipate themselves. Outside of
This plastic wrapping, we would be
Free to frolic.
Or so we thought.

Ka-chings and small, red lights - we left
Our plastic purgatory was broken,
But afterwards we went somewhere new -
A boiling hot place
Where we all thought this would be
The end.
Cooled. Better. Not for long. We were
Shoved into a salivating dungeon.

Miniature glaciers crushed us.
It was wet and hot and sicky.
None of the nuggets we knew
Why this was happening -
Why that chicken had to die.

Compacted, and tossed down a
Long tube.
Plop -
A pool of fire.

Our golden-brown, crumbed
Bodies burned
With heat that could melt
A flame.
Then came the acid rain, it
Poured
And
Poured
Andpoured.
Acid slowly sapped my sorry soul.
Everything
Began to fade...

Within this excruciating hell
I see a glimmer of
Hope.
I meet Sal Monella
Who promised an escape.
He just needed time. Long. Laborious.
Time

Now, Monella vanished from the unknown
Meat he came from and began working.
I do not want to live like this.
I want to be free again,
I demand to feel air and water.

There was a rumble from above
As the walls shuddered.
I puked a thought -
We will be saved.

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