Bag split Lentils

by Ax. · 12/01/2026
Published 12/01/2026 14:12

Bag split. Lentils

rolling into the parking lot puddle,

green stones sinking slow

like they'd had enough.


I stood under the overhang

dripping. Everyone sprinted past

like the rain was personal.


I've said I love rain

my whole life. I don't.

I love the word for it.

The real thing smells like wet dog

and costs me socks.

#disillusionment #rain #urban alienation

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Comments

Jules Voss · Jan 20, 2026

I hate when the bag splits like that.

Ax. · Jan 21, 2026

Total nightmare. I was just stood there watching them roll away lol.

Narke · Jan 25, 2026

Wet socks are the worst part of it.

Ax. · Jan 26, 2026

Literally nothing worse than that squelch.

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