Emptiness

Emptiness

can

be

so

filling

;

sometimes.

©

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Train

The train rolled through

scattered

desert plains

and

rusting aeroplanes

As

I chased

and chased

until

I broke through

to reality.

9.15 AM

Morning.

© Hudson Biko

Scent

 

Your

remains

remain

lingering

on sofa sets

like the smoke of cigarettes

on jackets

from all those summers ago.

 

Your

remains

remain

lingering

in corridors

whose doors

open to floors

 

I call memory.

 

Your remains remain lingering,

opening

doors

to corridors

of

memory,

from all those summers ago.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

via Daily Prompt: Scent

Closing

I’m

getting

dangerously

good

at

closing people

off

;

a part of me likes that.

© Hudson Biko

Replacement

I remember the way you came in.

 

With the efficiency of an assassin,

you momentarily

stopped the passing

of blood cells

to brain cells,

 

you momentarily

kept them

rushing

and revolving

around

one

unreasoning

part

I call my heart

 

You momentarily

made me think

that you were

better

than that other assassin

that almost killed me.

 

But you never were,

You never will be.

 

© Hudson Biko

via Daily Prompt: Replacement