Fault Lines

We don’t bruise that well,
you see.
Our wounds won’t escape our flesh,
burying our pain
layer after layer.
Even our faults felt comfortable,
like a squeaky floorboard
or a loose drawer knob.

But even fault lines have to break.

There’s nothing left, he said.

About Ry

It's so magical, it's gay.
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1 Response to Fault Lines

  1. Much captured with so few words. Nicely done.

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