Your promises break like tectonic plates

They do not crack unheard, unnoticed

And everything I stand upon shudders beneath me

As I try to keep my balance; my hands and knees on the bathroom floor

Grasping at pills scattered across the tiles

Fingers stiff -- gloveless snowball fight stiff

The crash of the bottle against ceramic squares 

Still deafening

I struggle to dry swallow the runaways

Until the only ones left are lodged so far under the cabinet that I can’t reach them

I’m shaking too hard to catch them anyway.

I tell myself I’m trying to be an earthquake

Moving at just the right frequency to make the world seem still again

But I’m clinging onto the edge

Fingers growing tired

Because I can’t decide whether I’d prefer to see a rift between us

Or the absence of you reaching for me as I fall