Lizzy Burnam 🐞

Can’t 
nobody 
hold
my hand
now. 

I am
an arrow
aimed 
at the apple
of the earth. 

I’m a drop 
of cyanide 
suspended 
in the neck 
of an 
hourglass. 

God
is a ribbon
tied 
around my
thumb. 

If I pull it 
for love 
or pull it
for spite, 
I still get it 
done. 

Time to 
pack up
all your
shamble-shit 
and learn
to take 
the bullet
for the gun. 

Not thing. 
Not body.
Not one.