The horror of flying stars

The broken sparkling star

That flies in my car

The rough hills and mountains

At the front

The soft white cloud

Makes a soft landing for my mom and sister

The smoke of an eruption

In the mountain makes

The blue and red come

The green tectonic plate

Crash and dash

With a

Grey tectonic plate

The grey hand

Holds me tight

To avoid flying

The smell of fear

Makes a raindrop

Fall off my face

The horror of

Seeing tectonic

Crash together

It’s the feeling of

Being crumbled like

Tissue in a shoe box

Being smashed

And

Squished

This event aint

No fun

The horror of being there

The horror of seeing it

The horror of hearing it

The horror it was to

Crash

-Fabian Dominguez