You evacuated.

The bad blood that had congealed and gone bad in your gut suddenly erupted out of you. A cold black stream rushed out, spreading into the sour sea. The matchsticks whirred past , touching and rushing back from your black shit as if struck by fire. You felt numb, weaker, free. You felt hungry. You made your way back, through the membrane, into the solid mass of bodies.

You broke necks and tasted from the sweet fountains that burst forth. You drank and felt whole.