the shoes were wet. Wet canvas. The socks were soaked. The water in the shoes Made a squishy sound. There were no puddles To avoid. It was a sea. I fell flat on my face. Bruised my self. Inside. Fell into a heap of garbage. The stench. Rotting fruit. Worms crawling over my face. Dead rats. Live roaches Crawling over my lips. Pus drenched cotton wool Blood soaked napkins. Dog shit below my nostrils. The cat scratched my eye. I feel weightless. Tired, I want to sleep. It’s cold. It’s wet. I wish I had you here I want to tell you How it feels. How it feels To be here While it rains. The beauty of it all.