His low voice rumbled
An invisible force
He twisted, turned, writhed,
turning towns to devastation.
He roared louder,
Moved faster.
Stronger.
Wilder.
Cities upturned
Like tables and chairs
Cast away carelessly
From the sudden jolt of his screams.
The shaking stilled,
His energy gone.
The deep rumble was silenced,
He had lost his voice.
People running around in a panic
Scared the his thrashing had killed.
People running around in a panic
Recovering from his earthquake.
Author's note:
I understand that lots of people havent experienced earthquakes, but I have been in TONNES and so this is just kind of describing how they feel sometimes.
Oh and comment if you're from Canada!! :)
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