Fissures

I’ll trace my finger along the fault lines of your skin. I’ll press my ear against your chest to hear for the cracks within. I will listen for every hollow in your laughter, watch for every tremble of your lips. Where are these fissures that you speak of? I don’t see them. But I will find them all. And I will seal them again. I will end their threats, just so you may sleep and wake again in peace. You don’t have to worry. I am here. Close your eyes and dream.