moving on

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if moving on really is acceptance

my heart shouldn’t

still feel this

heavy

( should it? )

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Jake Thacker

Overthought

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Words knock at the precipice of lips

like scratched CDs stuck in players

looping in frequencies

of infrequency

( some things are harder to say )

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Ian Dooley

Yellow

Flashes of yellow

and streaks of

orange scatter

across a sky

that stays

still at

five to

six am

letting

light infuse

its darkness

with perceptions

of new beginnings as

if endings ever existed

in the first place

( calling it sunrise )

 

Voices

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Voices continue to scream in silent rooms

As sanity is swept by brooms

reeking of remembrance

at ten to three am

( eyelids shut )

 

© Hudson Biko

Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh

You

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You let yourself in.

You

walked through doors

and floors

covered by a myriad of flaws

we never bothered to look at

,

You

placed your self

on internal shelves

I never wanted

to reach

,

You

barricaded your self

on levels which

were never warranted

,

You

collected dust

in bursts

dispersed

across the worst

outbursts

never previously rehearsed

,

You

went through phases

we called faces

in vases

always held

until they fell apart

;

But

you

Were never let in.

You

Never bothered to look at.

You

Never wanted to reach,

You

Were never warranted,

You

Never previously rehearsed,

You

Were always held.

Until

You fell apart.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: SHTTEFAN

Woke

Pieced By HB

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I woke up to it

Threading itself

into threads

that barely held together

,

Staining the

stains

that only stayed

because they

could

barely fade away

,

Infringing itself

on the fringes

because they

could barely hold themselves together

;

Because I could barely hold myself together.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Benjamin Combs

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