This is my life.

Rain hits my roof, heavy and definitely unwanted, I feel the walls closing in on me absorbing the wetness.

I know it won’t be long until I have to resurface, the rain no longer hitting my roof but my head.

It’s dark and cold and I have to live in fear that every time this happens, I could potentially die.

It’s not a good life being me but it’s the one I have, a lonely one but a life at that, I am lucky for this.

However any day it could be over if I don’t make it to the surface in time, I get plucked from the ground.

This is my life, I have to live it daily.

I am a worm...