Image by Tamyka Bell; blue colour over original text by Ms. Mayowa.


after Ms. Mayowa

Tyler thought of yanking—didn’t want to, 
but his hands were fast. His thoughts
tried to scream, but muffled groans 
spilled out again, off 
his bed, on 
the cold floor.

This poem is part of The Evidence Room, a found poetry collaboration on Chalkboard. I found this poem in:

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