
Maybe our
scars only
heal enough
to stop
the bleeding
;
Maybe that’s
never enough.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Nikola Jelenkovic

Maybe our
scars only
heal enough
to stop
the bleeding
;
Maybe that’s
never enough.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Nikola Jelenkovic

I saw it coming.
Rushing through fragments
of consciousness
through predicated
barriers
that kept
out your
predicted
presence
And like those presents
we get on Christmas morning
I knew
how to stay
in your absence
And yet you still came though
;
Maybe
dreams can be nightmares too
Maybe
they were never dreams to begin with
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Genessa Panainte
Diving
deeper and deeper
into oceans
Holding on to everything
letting go of nothing
,
Sinking
into everything
I never wanted us to be
and
simultaneously
did
–
Gasping
In the pursuit of more
Still
Wanting it to end
–
Needing
air
8.25 AM
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Don’t look like you thought too much about it.
But don’t look like you didn’t think about it enough.
Vanishing behind cloaks of superficiality.
© Hudson Biko

I knew you weren’t who I thought you were,
when you
asked me
to
ask you.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Brandi Redd