Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Krisis, girl with seven stolen tongues, adorned like anchors
round her throat, who weaves with wind and tidal lungs the stories 
‘bout who is, what was. Sick and sunk like apple canker, 
she built a ship and furnished it with tittle-tattle glories. 

Shoved off shore, she sealed her fate to steal a taste of heaven. 
Angels checked her teeth at heaven’s gates and granted sunder
—better than deservedly, this gentle Armageddon. 
Yellow beat of will-o-wisp, her body buckled under, 

Krisis ate like starving dogs and drank like drowning swimmers. 
Learned se thelo sometimes means you’ll shatter like a mirror. 
Felt the tangled webs untangle, saw the fool’s gold glimmer. 
‘Fore her veil of time decayed, her satiation nearer, 

she reconsidered her escape and wept from mortal’s hearth 
how pride is godly fodder, true, but greed belongs on earth.