Wailing
Written by Joanne Tedds on Tuesday the 4th of October 2011
Look at me
My face red, adamant,
Refusing to bruise or swell
Someone I once knew well
Used to call it whaling
Strange, to know well once
Time passes,
Change hands out new cards
But we don't let go
Stubborn as my cheek that throbs to tell me
Just me
What has happened
I cant say it
Instead I fall silent
I am scared
I'm violent
No one can rescue me
Turning the hot tap to full blast
Sitting the other end
I scold myself
Curious, concern
He looks for me (now)
See's me
Steaming
I'm not sure if I can come back
I am collapsing normal
He will remember the crying girl
Red to mid-calf with the hot water
He turns the tap
Swaddles me and it is not enough
I need to be suffocated
I am fading
Destination internal
Turmoil seems terminal
Soon I will be as invisible
As the hump that never whaled on my cheek,
Or I will return
Throbbing gently
Like the waves of wails
That no one ever heard