Fed through the teeth machine. Row after row of dysmorphic minerals* All the things that I have seen, drowning in my reflection. Bleed from sores that reach out to everyone in the room. Touched by sepsis, cradled in a mountain of bone. I pretend not to notice that we belong in the same room. We touch the same door handle and drink from the same fountain. I'm repulsed. Sickening drive to cultivate loathing. I dishonest nod and grin as we pass in the streets. Eater! Nashing pit full of bracing. Tangled in a tortured sickness. Crossing through those pearly gates that exit to that special place. We belong in the same room. Smiling in my reflection. Bound tight by nerve endings and veins; Wound just like nooses. To dissuade my confusion. We touch the same door handles and drink from the same fountain. I am repulsed by this mouthful of precious stones.