• Plead


    A poem Teal wrote several years ago during her childhood abuse in which she describes the feeling place of it. The poem contains several hidden details of the actual abuse that was taking place.


    A plead as simple as bleeding,
    To be free of the warm veins,
    forged for survival.

    Where?

    Directions are lost,
    Obscured by wind and stinging soot
    Pulled relentlessly from the earth,
    No longer stable and turning black.

    Where?

    Is it the prison of it , 
    That shapes you the most?
    Or the shapelessness of your keepers?
    Reality is scarcely a fossil here

    Where?

    The chemical blood, smeared on forearm and thigh…
    It brings out the best in us.
    Bravery’s way of finding us, where mercy would not
    And honor’s taste, heavy on a bitten lip that will never speak of this again.

    Where?

    I am the only soul here,
    The only thing living, besides molten,
    That flows in slow, spitting rivers, breathed in by nostril and pore.
    A living cadaver, in skin like wax that never melts.
    As cold as the idea of this being not where I belong
    or what I deserve,
    has become.

    Where?

    The path of devastation, leads you in circles they say.
    Back to the same Iron,
    The same brand.
    The same vision every way you see it.
    You are a slave.
    But the tears don’t come beyond the thousand degree heat, 
    and the way it’s scarcely felt now, when it burns me.

    Where?

    Against what bones still un fragmented, and what flesh still un torn,
    Fear is a rising tide.
    The only thing I fear is fear itself.
    It is the only thing telling me, life is not like this for any soul but mine.
    But any love they drip to me will fall like blood in the end…
    No way to take it in,
    Once it’s outside you…