concrete angelz ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾
i am the patron saint of worms that died on the concrete
all of them trying to get somewhere without any feet
no destination in mind
just sweet exaltation at the incoming rain
they felt no pain
no pain at all, just endorphins shooting across the brain
they shriveled up under the sun
once the clouds disappeared
a cruel reminder that nothing lasts forever.
but i remember
their soft bodies writhing away from the mud
onto the hard asphalt
to taste the sweet rain.
