They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one...
We are gathered here today
(in this beautiful place)
to witness a most glorious rite
Here, a girl with strong opinions loosely held
given away by a mother who raised her well --
not so she'd never know pain, but so she'd always know peace --
who lives in the places where women go to die, surviving on borrowed heartbeats
We charge her with entrapment, caging a poor unfortunate soul to his lonesome, sorry mind
This brand of sorcery is fearsome and wretched, and so I say we ignite the fire
She watches the world with too careful an eye, pays too much attention for someone her size
She knows too much and feels too little, learns all the wrong lessons from all of her trials
& a thousand other crimes---
She's nihilistic and ominous like a forewarning,
waits for Trump to win sometimes because the rage is comforting,
is a woman in a world that doesn't see those as human
with a body that can't do the one thing she's envisioned
her whole life and in truth, that's also her fault.
Tonight is the Eve of a rebirth, the likes of which we haven't before known.
Does she deserve to see it? Council, I move to convene--
She keeps thinking she cannot continue like this, and yet continue she does
squeezing oil into a candle she's duty-bound to keep alight
praying to faceless Gods for two more weeks of a fight
promising her father she was built to survive
then digging her feet into bathroom tile and wondering how much omission makes a lie
Shall we begin the ritual?
It almost doesn't matter, she's practically inflammable
The way she carries that broken pile of bones across every finish line,
holding the facade and face mask the way another would a child,
living is a marathon, but she'll beat you at the mile
and the sheer nerve of it is worse than all the rest combined
...so light me up
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