Outlier

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You came and asked him why he stood there.

Staring into his eyes

Cold as ice

With words melting

Into ears

That for years

Could only hear

Your voice.

 

As we stood there

,

Like Outliers

,

Without words

Because we were never heard

Because we never had

Any words

To say

Anyway

Because each time

He came with you

,

Like ice

melting

into your eyes

That for years

Could only hear

Your voice.

 

© Hudson Biko

 

Photograph: Romain Lours

 

Denial

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Living in the absence of its recognition

Because it always leads

to the ignition

of emotions

we keep

trying

to let

go

 

-calling it, denial.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Willspirit Sbln

Expectation

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Hours turned into minutes

as if time was ours

As our words

spilled out

in bouts

of

ascending gradation

in an intoxication

 

that held

an infinity of potential

ramifications.

 

that held,

before they descended,

into a combination of vexations

and unfulfilled expectation.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Nicole Mason

Tremble

In my chase after it,

I found myself standing on top of corrugated iron.

 

It was

loosely placed

across gaps of space

 

But

I didn’t know that.

 

Leaving me,

watching it collapse

into swamps of green and brown

 

As it

pulled me down with it,

 

where sounds

drowned

into desperation

 

And breaths

digressed

into scarcity

 
Leaving me,

in that gap of space

 

Trembling.
 

© Hudson Biko

 

via Daily Prompt: Tremble

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.

 

©

 

via Daily Prompt: Craft