Teiah Faulk

Joined July 2022

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A Queer, Black, passionate survivor… of things that should no longer exist. Parent to our future.

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Whispers begin to crescendo Names and curses heard through the vent release of all the tension and anger that was pent Hands cupping your ears followed by a rush of tears
By Teiah Faulk4 years ago in Poets
Ghost(s)
They say that when energy is spent doing a perpetual task, that even after the decomposition of the vessel the energy will remain and the task will continue to be done
By Teiah Faulk4 years ago in Poets
“Sorry We Missed You”
I don't shave my head because I think it's cool to go all Britney I don't do it because it's how I take make control of my life
By Teiah Faulk4 years ago in Poets
sub·se·quent·ly
Life to me … Is the Opera. In which dramatics, sweat and provocative nature get exhumed in the plot The authenticity eludes the audience
By Teiah Faulk4 years ago in Poets