You claw at the shit skin forming like time lapse kudzu all over you. Your clothes have rotten away days ago. You didn't notice never being naked from the layers of shit. Mummy wrappings of a shit/toilet paper synthesis gaining sentient life. This is so wrong so sick. You vomit into the waste and the waste eats it with dark putrid bubbles of pleasure.
You run down the halls of waste. Twice you collide with cast off shit skin clones and they drying burst with a sound like a suppressed fart. You are up up up the access shaft and hammering the man hole cover up. You stand on the street and you naked dash into a near by fast food restaurants bathroom. You take a sloppy long long bath in the tiny sink. But the shit won't wash off. You take away layer after layer and still clustered hard packed shit. You scrub and scrub and you see your bones. Your bones. You are only shit and bones. You cannot move. A employee comes into the restroom fifteen minutes later in response to a sickened customers complaint.
A thirty pound pile of human filth mixed with yellow brown stained bones. That's you. Your dead again buddy.