I am a kernel of popcorn.

 I was grown in a field of corn, of various colors. From red, orange, and yellow. My fellow brothers were sprouting from the long tall shucks in the field that we are planted on.

 One day, we were old enough to be harvested. Each every brothers have their different careers. One family is sent to the Canned corn company, one went to their own whole body section, and some even went to restaurant, freshly being used.

 I was sent into a vendor, loved by many. I can see as my whole family being plucked into the dehydrator, being transformed into a kernel. We were all dehydrated, in the name of processing. I can hear my family members scream in agony as the water leaves their body.

 For what it seems like forever, we finally escaped from the dehydrator, but we were no longer the same. Our body has turned into round, harden beings. We are no longer chew-able, but alas, crunchy. The whole family started to cheer, we are free from the agonizing process.

 But the cheer died as quick as possible. Our hard shelled body clanked into the bottom of the pot by the vendor. Filling the half of it, we all topple on one another, mortified of whats coming next. In the sudden silence, I can hear one kernel that is screaming in pain, then another, then a group.

 I understand what was happening, because I myself started screaming. The heat of the pot made everyone burn. It feels like we are all sinners, and being punished by being sent to hell. In my head, as my whole body was turning inside out, I ask myself.

 ‘Is our whole purpose is to suffer? Is this all? Just one meaningless being that just have to go through this endless cycle of genocide of our kind?”

 And I can feel everyone’s inside exploded, their insides being turned into their outside. They sizzle, they pop. I let out a shrill of scream as well as others. As my corpse being scooped out, I can no longer feel anything but pain.

 My life fades before my eyes before entering a wet, dark cavern.