I was crushed. The membrane breaking to the outside world and exposing the things I was afraid of, a soul that was blood red and rich with the memories of a long lost sun. I'd been bathed in the mother light on the fence of here and there. I was glorious, voluptuous, full figured in all my blushing beauty, and I never thought once in my privileged life that this day would come. What am I to you now but an spell of sanguine desire? You pluck me up like nothing, fresh from the hands of another. You only take me to dinner to flaunt before your friends, a show of snobbery where there is no love affair... you don't languish over me with your senses. I had always hoped my life would be worth more than a compliment to a cheap meal and an even cheaper man. I should be ashamed, but I feel nothing, not since the moment I was crushed and blended with the masses of faceless others, blended into an elixir of salacious indulgence. I was born in fields of green, I spoke the language of butterflies, and now I glare back from my crystal basin, fearful of a bristled mouth and the after taste of hot pocket. Lord only knows the backwash I've seen.
*Notes about Word Ninja: A deliciously awesome writing exercise that requires you inject a personality into any inanimate object around you, and write a piece about it in 500 words or less.*
I invite my readers to Word Ninja with me. What's around you and what kind of personality would you give your object? If you haven't guessed, today's specimen is an over-emotional glass of wine. Cheerio my good ninjas!