The Settling Dust

I lay in my bed reading my favorite book while sipping on a cup of tea

When, I feel a tremor

I immediately sit up to see cracks being formed on the ceiling

I rush to my parents screaming their names

Yelling at them to step out

Our house begins to topple

Books falling out of their shelves

Cutlery crashing into a million pieces

I run to my parents’ room, to find their bodies crushed by the cupboard

A blood curdling shriek escapes my throat

I try my best to lift the cupboard off them, but in vain

I go outside to see mayhem across the street

Families crying about losing a family member

Numerous animal lives lost

The dust settles as a way of showing

This chaos too will settle