SLAM! LOCK! CLICK!
All around me, a multitude of doors, as far as the eye
can see, repeatedly slam shut. Doors that had once
been open. Well, not all of them were open to begin
with, but a good majority were open, or, at the very
least, half open. And now, as of November of last year,
all were shut.
It seemed like everything was being taken from me.
Control over what I choose to do my body. My right
of speech. My wage. All the progress made, just to go
back to square one. Even the door for my right to vote
seemed like it was about to close.
it seemed like nothing here was going to help me. So,
digging a pen out of my jacket pocket, I drew a
rectangle on the ground. I added a door knob to it and
pulled on it, opening my own door. Flinging it open, I
walked down the staircase inside, unknown of where it
would lead. But at least it was my path.
Yet I didn’t shut the door behind me. Maybe… just
maybe… Another lost soul would follow.