Ripped by the Roots

I knew it was coming but

I did not know how hard it would hit

Years spent with family

Washed away in one afternoon

I was in the kitchen on the first floor of my little house

I heard the rain slapping against the window

The loud booming of trees being ripped by the roots

Neighboring houses crumbling all around

Then it happened in the blink of an eye

No time to react

Squashed by stone and plaster

The floors that were once towering above me

Now crushing everything

Seeming unable to escape the grasp of death

Pinning me farther into the Earth

Listening for anything above me

I could hear the sounds of efforts to keep me alive

Hope was all I needed

Soup spilled on me from the kitchen table

Which had soaked fully into my new clothes

I lay there wanting to taste the famous soup of my mother

That she set on the table for my family to eat

Just before I got home

Trapped for three hours

When I was rescued

It wasn't soup I found on my clothes

The seeping liquid was blood

Drenching me like the raging storm

Killing me second by second