The Shredder

I arrived in the big green truck with the other recyclables in a loud giant place. We are shooting down belts and the shiny metal things are being ripped out and glass is going in other direction and next thing I knows I'm in a pile with all the plastics and people of my own kind. We are bundled in piles and moving around. Once again I am on another conveyer belt and we are moving towards blades. I hear the screams of glass being crushed, metal being bent and plastic shredded. I fear this is where my journey ends, my body in thousands of pieces mixed in with other pieces of other plastics and it's getting hot. So hot that all our bits of plastic are blending together. Soon we are a giant hot piece of melted plastic.