Whirl
She hurls me into the machine,
not asking me if I’d like to go.
I see different stains and various
colors.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
The door slams above us.
We’re caged in.
I listen to the
beep
beep beep
of the machine.
Footsteps walk away as we’re
inundated with freezing water.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
We’re throw this way and
that.
I’m choking with water, and I hope
she appreciates what I’m doing for her.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
I’m dizzy now, but it slows down, replying
back to me, “We’re down now.”
A loud,
earsplitting,
piercing sound shakes me.
Footsteps come down, and she opens the door, smiling.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
She punches, folds, backstabs,
and lunges at me. Placing me on top of my friends from the neighborhood,
the human grabs us, smashing us together.
It wasn’t pleasant.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
She slams us into our houses, one by one,
not caring if it gets too dark for us.
I know what will happen now.
It will happen again.
Jimmy will come in,
put me on,
go to soccer practice, and then
I’ll be in
that dreaded place
again.
Whirl, Whirl, Whirl.
