Water splashed against
The car window, dripping down
Slanted, with the wind.
Colliding moisture
Creating bigger droplets
Gravity drags them.
The ground's collection
Consists of millions of
These tiny droplets.
Droplets to drops to
Puddles to lakes to rivers
To oceans below.
About the Creator
Annie
she/her
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 days ago in Fiction
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