Wow. I’m kind of at a loss, I mean, this is DEEP. And I LIKE it. This could be read in front of an audience as a spoken word poem and get a standing ovation. The genre and venue for this beautiful work of art is definately poetry. Don’t fight me on that, lol.
Poetry, or dramatic monologue? As a thesp I think I’d challenge Tad on that one…
But either way – this is a remarkably mature piece of writing Abby – there are still little pockets of angst in there, towards the beginning, which I found a little clichéd, but as soon as you hit that fourth paragraph, nothing can stop you – well done – MH :)