The Aftermath - SOPHIA NOVES '27

Dark seams of water thread between cracks and curb,

Rivulets running deep within, as if an emphasis to

The weary state where you stand.

The air hangs heavy with wet earth, only

A reminder that water still hangs in the air.

A leaf painstakingly sticks to your sole hitting the pavement

Right before you, everytime.

A worm is pathetically laying drowned in water,

Rightfully curled like a question no one bothers to answer.

The sickeningly constant plip of water dripping from 

Erratically placed pipes seem to resound in your head.

Of course, everything stays unchanged,

merely more weighed down.

Water rests on the tip of a leaf

Bending it so that it begs for relief. 

here, it drips off sinking

Right back through the fractures

Into the ground. 

Dry your tears, for only in the land beneath our feet

Is there a way to catch them.