By Tomiwa Morris

Scold me not 

O treacherous mind. 

I tried to forget. 

But the bullets of their  

spiteful words triggered me. So now 

l am back to endure  

the eerie dystopia 

I so badly wanted to escape. Where 

I will defy and resist you 

in that cold, familiar chapel. 

I’ll repent for running away 

from the dark dark crevice  

of my black black mind. And 

As I conquer that feeling of  

emptiness, that shell, 

I’ll beg you for forgiveness. For I simply cannot stay.