We could hear
the sound of death
coming toward us,
coming
to tear the world
apart.
Beneath our feet
the ground
threatened to open
and swallow our souls.
We held on
for dear life.
The walls
moved
unnaturally
and shook our portraits,
our sanity,
down,
the floor
was an ocean,
moving in waves.
We were drowning in fear.
It went on
and on,
and I thought,
we might have to
live like this
forever.
Then,
silence crept up,
time froze,
the earth was still.
No one died,
no one had a scratch,
we even
cracked a smile,
and began to put the portraits
back up.
Our house was saved.
Some are not so fortunate.
Some are burned alive,
some have their skin ripped off by the wind,
some drown with their children,
some freeze and remain frozen in hell.
We have the grip of death
shaking our homes,
destroying our precious valuables,
but it's ok,
materials mean
nothing
to us
here in sunny California.
We prefer it.
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