Grapes

it's cold.

dark.

i huddle with the others.

feeling small.

and afraid.

will i be next?

next to be.

ripped.

away from my lifeline.

my stem.

a light appears.

bright.

blinding.

i hope.

full of fear.

that it won't be me.

that i won't be.

next.

a large hand.

reaches toward.

me.

wraps around.

me.

pulls me from my lifeline.

and drops me.

into the mouth.

the cave.

of eternal sleep.

and that's when.

the darkness.

closes in.