Failing

that epicenter where the tectonic plates overlap a breaking point before the shift walking the edge that wedge between dormant and motion t my essence the sea floor spreading before the thunder. words have power when they break our backs with the arduous labour of function they are otherwise vapid so I stand on the precipice fingering the corrugations of furrowed wounds intuiting the solid you are trying to touch down on wrestling my own shadows the ache of my constant dangerous want still echoing in the sound of your heartbeat in the thick of trying to satiate so many and failing.. © Katherine Wyatt