Life As a Captive

I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday. Today I stink like cigarettes. In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old. From crisp to filthy, from sticky to stiff. I shudder as my aggressor pulls me apart. She yells something to her partner. I don’t recognize the words, but…. Every time she yells this, my belly hurts for days from her wickedly insensitive manipulation, and indelicate prodding. After fishing around with her hands, stirring Green gum wrapper carcasses from one Side of my tummy to the other, She finally lets me catch my breath. WHAM! I am completely dizzy when she twists me upside down and shakes me hard, Slapping my bottom with long, angry slugs. I throw up pencils, pens, erasers, a variety of multi-colored Toys, a washrag, crackers, cellophane wrappers, A half-eaten candy bar, gritty stomach acid pills, Paperclips, a baby’s shoe, two headbands, dust mites, A dog biscuit and so many receipts it is ridiculous. “Here they are!” Her partner calls. She pops all the junk back into me, throws in Her car keys for dessert, and off we go for more receipts. I long for my clean shelf in Macy’s, and my relatives.