Patriarchy: In 3 Parts

There are no more skeletons in my closet.

no more secrets protected by my fear and silence.

years I have heard their bones clacking in the dark

noisy even when they weren't close enough to-

Talk over me

Talk at me

Talk through me.

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I reached in pulling the last of the bones out-

held you in my hands one more time-

with no joy to be sparked here-

I discard you with the other skeletons-

who wished to show me my place.

How many other women have had to KonMari

out of their space?

your ego-

with it's giant carbon footprint

could never think it possible.

writing yourself into our stories-

trying to syphon off the elixir

that is woman-

but, you see - you will return to the dust

from whence you came.

but Woman-

We will always be magick

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Can the hot air emitted

from a self important man

be considered the burning of high carbon fuels?

Surely, this can't be permitted-

it's time to cut their emissions

for the fate of all rests in the silence.

By: Lily Morrighan