Only a poetic exercise.
Earthquake screams & jumps off the high windows—
shaking nightstands, wastebaskets, coffee mugs;
books shriek and fly off the shelves, explode, scatter all over,
brass buttons pop out like popcorn,
buildings flop, their bodies creaking in an inescapable rhythm—
afterward, we are left—eating silence.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2021-05-07 at 17:11
Tags Earthquake  Silence  Sestet
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