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 Innards 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