Fault lines are where things moves
and break.
There are are secrets
where they lie.
Abridged timelines-cloaks
of pride
of....uncertainty?
A possible plausible denial.
But these weapons
they wound us both.
Sharpened by regret
Tempered by some...
deeper understanding?
The most wicked blade
is never hidden.
It's the one we refuse
to look at.