Something’s broken in your ocean, a strike-slip fault, a tiny motion
A space that shifts to cause commotion, a fault line in our intersection
Something’s fractured and I can’t mend it, a surface tear, I can’t repair
We slid past ourselves again, a rocky grind of phrase on phrase
Something’s shifted and I jolted, a rapid slide that stole my sky
A crimson magma cracking earthly, under waves of soothed serenity
Something’s damaged in our core, diastrophic closeness, rubbing raw
A simmering grind of phrase on phrase, a never-ending aftershock
Something’s broken in your ocean, a strike-slip fault, a tiny motion
A space that shifts to cause commotion, a fault line in our intersection