Craft

It streamed steadily

from sources we call chambers

to mouths we call tips.

 

It

ingrained itself

on an untouched canvas

Then

morphed

into  a succession

of black lines

and black hearts

 

Lines piercing

Hearts beating

 

It’s darkness

 

left

behind

 

Then

recreated

from sources we call chambers

 

Before slowly fading

Again.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Craft

Suffocating

Stumbling through

dusty streets

Searching

here

there

everywhere.

Finding it,

nowhere

  • Suffocating.

Help.

©

Draining

 

It

f l o w s

out

of metallic

veins

leaving

fragments of

its

remains

;

In vain

Draining.

© H. Biko

 

To Be

You are

Exactly where you are meant to be,

Exactly when you need to be.

©

 

Overdosing

Overdosing

on

the

recollection

of

memory

;

calling it nostalgia.

© H. Biko