Death Row

I hear footsteps echoing loudly.

I fear that they are coming for me.

My fears are confirmed as they roughly grab me

and walk me down the long hall.

It's hot in this strange new room.

Before I know it, they are removing my eyes,

careful not to leave even a speck behind.

I feel the sharpness of the blade

as my skin is vigorously ripped away,

leaving my body vulnerable and naked.

I lie there motionless and ask myself,

"What did I do to ever deserve this?"

Then I realize it's not anything that I did.

This is what happens when you're a potato.


A/N: this is my first real attempt at personification, hope yall like it =] r&r plz!