Tomi Adeyemi

The Garden

She felt her inner world had formed its own inner world and now she was too far down her own soul to hear.

There were long months when she couldn’t cry. Then certain years where she drowned in tears.

“I think you are drawn to the familiar.” Angelo smiled. “As people, we all are. We go to what feels the same. Even if that feeling is pain.”

pain was like a knife. one you couldn’t use more than once.

pain was like rain— You could only avoid the storm when you let it fall.