So... one, I thought I'd reviewed this. Oopsie. Two, I know how this started (er, well, sort of), and I *still* don't know what to think.
I like the wordplay you've been playing with throughout, for sure.
I love, "condemning me to fry in her light." Of course, the problem I have with this poem is defining your narrator (outside of you. Shame, I know), and then reading this again objectively. I read that and it's scathing. Then again, your narrator also reads as a bitter realist, so it really fits.
Side note, the "//" - is that supposed to be a nod to code or chat shenanigans? I mean, I'm reading everything as an aside, but those delineate comments in... oh, crap. One language or another. I can't remember if it's css or php or something and I'm too lazy to check. Anyway.
"my other" - my mother, or my other mother? WORD PLAY. Guh, woman. You make my head hurt with it. This. This is why I hadn't tried to review this before. Though I love it, so don't mind me too much.
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