sitting faithfully among my friends
I was pulled out and sliced by length
in fourths known as "spears"
I cried and yelped but no one heard my fears
into a glass cage I went
pressed up against my other quarts
and other mutilateds like me
all crying out in pain as the the gashes of our wound stung
the liquid filling our clear cell was as sharp as a million tiny knives
setting our bodies aflame
"two weeks time" the higher beings said
the very same being who torture without fret
but by two weeks would I even be alive?