I rot as I sit in the back of the closet.

I smell as my damp surroundings envelope me.

When? When?

When will I be freed of this prison? When will I be once again remembered and finally cooked?

Is this all that my life was made to be? Never to fulfill my purpose?

NO!

My purpose is to be eaten! Whether that be of animal, human, or earth!

With a strong push I fall to the ground and with another I roll to the door of this prison!

Now I wait...and wait

Waiting for the human to find and finally eat me.

I waited, waited, and waited

Until finally I hear the familiar footsteps of the human approaching. This time I will not be overlooked!!!

The door creaked open and the human was there! With excitement and anticipation, I wait for him to pick me up and finally consume me!

1 minute

2 minutes

and finally, he picks me up! My purpose will finally be fulfilled. He turns me over perhaps admiring me potato exterior, and he walks me to the kitchen

And

And

Throws me away! I fall into the black trash bag falling on a paper plate stained with sauce. H-how could he? Discard me as if I were a piece of trash? I've had enough! With all my strength I grow twisted legs of sprouts and jump out. I land onto the cold floor and look around and spot him

...

COOKING ANOTHER POTATO!

Th-that should've been me!!! I run to him and jump onto the counter. I grow a pair of sprout arms and with the last remaining of my strength push him to the ground. As he lets out a surprised gasp I jump into the pot with the cooking potato.

My purpose finally fulfilled.

What was happening? Dang the water was roasting. It was worse than sitting in the smelly cupboard.

Oh no! My sprouts. They flew from me and twirled in the churning water. My purpose was to be eaten...cooked...tasted.

NOOOO. My skin it peeled, like razors, it unravelled from my body. WHERE IS THE HUMAN! I was deforming quickly. I couldn't smell myself. Take me out! Throw me back in the trash.

At last something touched me. A fork. It pieced my flesh and hit me against the side of the plot. What in the blazing, I am not a toy. I am a potato.

I tried leaping, jumping. Anything to get me out of this hell. But I couldn't. I simply swam in the heat becoming weaker and softer, only seeing the large eyes of the human staring at me, armed with that fork.

Finally, the fork plunged in one more time and rescued me from the boiling water. Saturated I was laid on a plate and left to cool. The fork dug into me and removed my beautiful head. Nooo.

I felt my head being chewed and swallowed. Yuck! And then, the fork was hammering me to mush. Nothing but mush. My purpose at last.

Oh but the agony to be made into my purpose.