Each Little Death

You give me your ear
Expecting it all
A dangerous place
The high before the fall
Encase or erase me I break
I never knew how much space to take

How will I know if we speak the same tongue?
I have a habit of nursing
Only the licks that stung
The licks that stung

A lift of the veil
My words are aflame
A vision laid bare
But who should feel ashamed?
Unbowed and unbent my fair shape
I never knew how much space to take

How will I know if we speak the same tongue?
I have a habit of nursing what stung
Only the licks that stung
The licks that stung

How will I know if we speak the same tongue?
I have a habit of nursing what stung
For what each little death left undone
Sink through my edges
Or give up the gun

Only the licks that stung
The licks that stung
The licks that stung
Only the licks that stung



Credits
Writer(s): Maura Jacob
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