Stop. Now look up, look yourself in the eyes. Good. You feel that? Yea, yea you do. That’s disgust, fucking disgust. Examine yourself. Your hair, darkened, almost black, dripping with a combination of sweat and water. Your pores producing more sweat than a clinically obese embarrassment in a crowded, humid elevator. The sweat drips down your forehead, a symphony of refreshing needles pricking you, poking you, cooling your epidermis in a practically vertical line. The droplet hits your ocular sphere and burns with its contact.
Don't you dare fucking blink.



(edited it to be shorter, i'll write another one to replace it.)