There was an earthquake
the fault line draws me in,
leaving me crawling in the depths of its shake,
crumbling
crumbling
the calmness I shall seek,
even if there's nothing to find
in this undefined shaking.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
