The city shook like an old drunk
half-asleep in a battered armchair.
phones lit up like cheap cigarettes—
fingers tapping, hearts beating faster.
walls swayed, picture frames tilted over,
and the dog growled deep at nothing.
on screens, the quake became a parade—
panic dressed up in hashtags and filters.
they posted their fear in perfect ratios,
6 words or less to catch the eye.
"did you feel that?" a digital choir,
their voices rising against the aftershock.
most were back asleep by dawn's glow,
their glowing screens still buzzing low.
but some stayed awake and poured another,
staring at cracks the shake had uncovered.
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Comments2
A great description so well done in verse. Been through them and know the feel. Well done
Thanks Soren I appreciate your feedback
BRAVO
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