The Small Tube

The room I was in started to close in on me, all sides of the room were squishing me to death. Going out and coming in I was being crushed into smaller pieces. I couldn't even notice myself, left to right all around my body scattered and mashed. What a mess. Now I saw another opening, it was small and I was done, everything I do is so depressing. I went down into the the small tube (I'll call it the small intestine) and the bile that was stored in the gall bladder which was made by the liver sprayed me. And then the pancreas released digestive enzymes and shot at me like a hose. From the slide I'm rushing through, all the energy from me is being sucked out from those capillaries and the villi to the horrible person that ate me. Everywhere, the chyme drenches me and squishes all the nutrients from me. It felt to me that I was in there for my whole life.