The Earthquake

It was an earthquake

I was the Earth

The tectonic plate was my heart.

The room stood still but I was spinning.

I have been learning how to breathe

Shut those eyelids

Feel the oxygen travel to the lungs

Share it back with the world

 

Someone stole the oxygen

I could not find it in the atmosphere

Maybe the kitchen floor was not the place to look

Something about kitchen floors

The cold wakes your bones

It’s the mind that longed for waking

 

Head in hands

“It will pass, like the ones before.”

The soul whispered

The nonsense of the past was evaporating from my cells

The teachers that were memories remained

The room was stable once again

But it was never the same again

And I woke up 

Anastasiia Ryzhkova