Polish

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Imperfections refined

from sections

of misconceptions

Into

realms

resonating

in the absence

of insecurities

As reflections

become easier

to look back at

in the presence

of everything we weren’t

Until

the

polish

runs

out

And we are.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Brunel Johnson

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Adrift

Chests congested

by the repercussions

of actions

rather taken

back

As stacks,

racks

and blankets

of past events

blanket

shivering

skin

Lingering

in their obscurity

Reminding us

of their solidity

;

Leaving us Adrift.

Amongst bumps

we call goosebumps

:

Shivering.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

None

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in these moments

we

find

ourselves

saying that

none

of it really mattered

,

That it was only one time

and that time

will make it feel slightly better

,

Saying that

all those things

won’t matter anymore

;

And then we find ourselves

awake

at half-past four

in those moments

That find us

,

As if

we

don’t really matter

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Control

they say that sometimes we have to let some things go

that we can’t really do

all of this

all by ourselves

that our shells

can only hold onto

the fragments

of constituents

buried deep within the parts of us we never really want to reach

or the parts of us they expect us to keep holding onto

they tell us that sometimes

trying to

Control

everything

leaves us controlling

nothing

And maybe they’re right

Maybe all of we have left

won’t be enough

And we find ourselves buried

deep within

fragments of our constituents

Asking them to hold on to us

;

But maybe

just maybe

All we ever want to control

is nothing

And maybe

just maybe

that’s enough.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Unravel

It was never meant to be like this.

It was never

meant to be more

than half of four

,

It was never

meant to leave

the echelons of hives

Buzzing

in echelons

of everything

that was

comfortable

;

But it was.

Buzzing

in the echelons of hives

we were never meant to leave.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

 

 

 

Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Unravel