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