It was the kind of town they warned us about in better circles of people, hatred had a smell like old sweat and sour beer. But sometimes life pulls us down making jealous siblings comfortable, and insecure strangers happy.
It was the kind of life I spent a lifetime running from, but it chased me until it overpowered my optimism and pulled me into the mire. Because sometimes sheer will is not enough and we give in to give up.
It was the kind of day with no end. I left the big city, dejected by divorce and embarrassed by the secret everyone knew. Thinly veiled grins from those who’d never risen, celebrated my dissent.