Obligated

I'll be home next weekend.

Home.

Oaken floorboards permeated with memories that linger like a foul stench.

I've never been a homebird, I flew the nest with glee.

You beg me back, and I resist selfishly.

Blood binds, thicker than water!

I do not wish to sacrifice myself on the altar once again.

These roots have rotted away underneath me,

I stand alone, whole.