Lizzy Burnam 🐞

What are your metaphors
trying not 
to say? Emotional charades,
obscuring what it is
for what it's like,
the blood for the wine
and the body for the bread. 
You’ve always been such a good girl. 
You know it's not polite 
to beg instead of bend, 
instead of chewing on the words 
like fingernails. 
You lean a little deeper 
over the water's edge
and slip face-first into the question. 
Something strange 
is reflected in your eyes, 
a glimmer of gold
from the reptile who's wearing your flesh. 
Lizzy, let’s be honest:
That little girl 
you were trying to protect
is already dead.