Epilogue to an Annulment (Writch)

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at the end of the day
the cardinal rays
like focused lasers
point to the sun
now bald and burning
on the precipice of the world
promise to kill the light
threaten to deliver the night

the sun dons a
platinum blonde wig of clouds
slinks over the edge
of the world
past the point of caring
she's well before us
(and is, well... behind us)

can do nothing to stop her
or do anything to change her mind
she can end this day of ours...
quietly
or wait for
    sorties of words
        airstrikes of prose
            poetic clusterbombs

how did it start
by bringing something
down...
    down...
        and down
trapped by a stereotype
styled by a magic wand of mystery
swirled by a not-girl, a not-home
a not-her
knotted her
entrapped or empowered
or empowerment shortage
a rolling electrical coma
shorted out by her
misogynist homophobe
hellbent for helpless hotties
    hot dishes...
        hot plates...
           that I never got

signing the powers
felt she was saying
"I told you so"
her phallic pen
stuck out at me
come home to find
my lifestyle stripped
for firewood, for kindling
the looting had begun
please take this male sacrifice
want to her to see
we aren't all scumbags
just want to be relieved
just want the power back
need to feel normal
but nothing is
or ever will be
again