Fault, Lines

 

You understood

nothing

except the piece

of yourself

you tore out of us

and tossed at the fault line

beating like a heart.

 

I built this poem

around the jagged wound,

refired in the kiln of a sun

who heard my

silent bleeding

and wept aloud

for the breaking you had done.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Poetics: Building from the Broken