Worm/s

Fighting through the darkness,

Warm and cosy like a bed,

The soil has just been tilled.

It smells earthy rich.

I can feel the rain upon the surface,

reverberating through the ground

giving me a headache.

On reaching the cold air I gulp.

The shock on wet skin sends shivers.

The gardener blindly strikes the clods with metal.

Suddenly............ there are two of me.