Teeth grind against thin shards of porcelain
Filing away against the remnants of oceanic consciousness
They slide down an oily esophagus
Before sinking into a sand filled stomach
Guts surround the coarseness, raw and subdued
No satiation, they groan more
As the little knives slice into intestine
Grubby fingers claw at the oysters for survival
With monstrous guts; oily guts
Inflamed organs which have outgrown their shells,
Bubbling out weakly through the edges.