i curse the name "Mark David Chapman"

pig (rough draft)

Like a shooting star flying across a void of nothingness, i am but a rock, mindless, but carrying a massive ball of energy.
Microscopic, i dance and swim among my brothers, squirming and racing to the end of the core.
I only know one purpose and I dive in headfirst and become consumed in its entity, we all become one. I melt and reshape into a single cell.
As I ferment I am given Independence, one, two, three, four apparitions dangle from my center.
Time passes and we all separate from one into several, bursting into existence, there is a rough series of vibrations, it comes in waves and as this continues to grow I recognize the movement comes monotonously.
As time progresses more vibrations begin to explode into life, they form in a distance, but are close enough to feel as if they are a part of me.
I begin to recognize that I am indeed one big organism of vibration and sound, my own vessel, with my own skin, nutrients fill your belly and more of my body comes into form.
The shaking and movement around me assures me i am not alone, sacks of others are near.
I begin to feel, to touch, this is nirvana, security, overwhelmed with nutrients and floating in an orchestra of heartbeats surrounded by vibrating pillows.
Then i am alone, separated from my life source, i become scared, beat at my blanket with my feet.
Helplessness, deprivation of the tube and then I am flushed.
Drained out, its rather uncomfortable, my body is ejected.
My ears pop from oxygen and i have to learn quite quickly how to adapt and breathe for the first time without any support.
I find it hard to work my lungs.
I am lost, let free,soaked and blind.
I use my little instinct to dictate the next move.
I feel the others, my brothers.
We nuzzle in the comfort of one another, our skin pressed against each other for warmth, we lick at the tip of our life force, our nutrient supply, and we love her.
I become addicted to this affection, and its all i know.
Darkness and comfort, minimal mobility.
Then one day it happens, a blinding light, my eyelids open and i can't make sense of anything. The warmth beside me is other strange creatures, we all made it to this point together.
As sight became nature, becoming mobile does as well.
I learn how to eat and defecate.
Life becomes routine, running and playing, ritual eating habits, twice a day.
We all line up to our bin and slurp up whats given by the giants.
I become larger and begin to understand the routine.
Awake, live, eat, defecate, sleep.
Everything seems normal and i am at ease with the day to day.
Then one day it is all shattered.
I am lifted by the giants, the feeders and i fly.
I find myself staring down at the floor, levitated, dangling madly, my brothers beside me, it comes into my gut and i feel pain for the first time, the floor becomes red.
A color I've never seen.
Just as i had learned to breathe, i learn how to stop, i loose my breathe and i am as scared as i was existing the womb.
I loose all air and no longer exist.
Whats left of my physical form is then taxied down steel, body separated into several pieces.
I am then put in the cold.
I am then sliced into sheets, processed, wrapped in plastic and stored in cool air once again.
This is the beginning of my journey.
I am loaded into trucks, my form separated into different loads.
i am distributed all over the county, shipped and boxed into different packagings, ending up in people rituals all over the world, until all of me is consumed and i am forgotten.