The Speech that has no Listners

The Speech that has no Listeners

Today I am born
Pieced together
From a wood pulp
Only to be stuck in a package with others
We are roughly tossed around
And then nothing

Many long hours worrying about what fate would befall us
Our voices inaudible over the roar of the world

We now have some how moved
We are at a place where we are taken out of our package
Now the real torture will occur

We are violently shoved into a huge white box
One by one we are sucked deeper into the punishment chamber
My turn

I am slowly rolled along through the box
Being pounded and bruised
But these bruises are special
They are eternal
They never fade

I am finally out but my pain is not over
Huge metal jaws with a bright orange handle close on my bottom right
That part of me falls right off
I keep losing parts until
I am a shape that I have never heard of or seen before

Now I am placed down on a large flat surface
I am branded
By a wood stick with a hard black material on the inside

Now my torturer flips me over
It slams me hard into the flat surface
My back gets covered in white sticky goo
Soothing some of my pains

This relaxation does not last long
I am slapped onto a huge red board
From here I witness others like me
Suffering
Suffering what I just went through

The board I am on is lifted up
Stuck on a wall

For an immensurable time I have been stuck here
Looking
Listening
I have many secrets
And much knowledge
No kind soul has any interest in stopping
There is nothing I wouldn’t do for a friend

Austin