I don’t go down that road anymore
and I haven’t in years. The steep drop
of that county road hasn’t changed any
and the shadows of kin still have no light
to bring. Though there were good things
and sometimes love was seen, I cannot
go home to a place that only held anger
and expectation for me to become who
I wasn’t and would never want to be—
and now I know all the exits.

Media Attributions
- Art by Abigail Workman