Fault Lines

The earth moved below my feet

as the dishes rattled their own beat

and the ceiling shook, raining down

as the walls crumbled to the ground

creating ruins instead of grand

structures that used to stand

before the never ending assault

that questions, who’s at fault?

© Autumn Siders 2016

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