Madison Hodges, Contributing Writer

Unpainted walls, unmarked territory

It’s always the same old story with battered pages I can’t escape

I’m spit up from town to town

Cast away before I could settle down 

Never leaving a mark, not a trace …

But that’s fine by me.

No, seriously …

At this point it’s become part of my identity 


But at some point this cycle has to end, right?