In A Drawer Full Of Sharp Objects – Jennifer Baik

Her words were like scissors
And his were like knives
And by the way that they fought
I’m surprised they’re still alive.

She cried rivers that night
And he tried, as he cried,
To stitch up the wounds
Say, who won? Is that right?

She had fits in her bed
And she screamed through the night
Screeching “the knives oh the knives!”
He just sat there and wept.

The day after the funeral he went home and slept
Trying hard to forget
The words that he meant
And he tried so hard
So hard to forget
That he didn’t notice

He didn’t notice his heartstrings
Had been snipped.
Till they snapped.


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