Stephanie Schneiderman Twenty Slivers
The words stick even still
Sour tar beneath my nails
Inside the cracks
I thought I got you all out
Your gravity coming down
A quite prison even now
I thought I got you all out
And even with new skin and a different lie
You get under you get in
Every bullet I dodged in the blink of you eye
Twenty slivers in my skin
Even now you made it in
Even now you made it in
A thousand miles from me now
From your piercing glances
Even still
I can feel your eyes somehow
Ever word was paper thin
Every hill into a mountain
I thought I got you all out
Even with new skin and a different lie
You get under you get in
Every bullet that came within an inch of my life
Was it the flame you tried to kill
Your words haunt me even still
I’m afraid they always will
The words stick even still
And I’m afraid they always will….
