Past events
pass through vents
Blowing
streaks of their
presence
Like presents
and
Unseen
Until scenes
Replay
and stay
In tents
bellowing
and blowing
their forever.
© Hudson Biko
Past events
pass through vents
Blowing
streaks of their
presence
Like presents
and
Unseen
Until scenes
Replay
and stay
In tents
bellowing
and blowing
their forever.
© Hudson Biko

Staring at lines
etched into
black
Like land mines
stretched in to
two
stacks
Holding
Everything that’s missing
As we watch
gaps
wrap
around
bounds
Of everything we still held onto
Because we’re too
busy holding onto
the two
Things
we watched go missing
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Nicole Mason
Eyelids
flicker
like fireflies
in the presence
of darkness
Eyes
attached
to lies
perpetuated
in the presence
of disappearance
Lids
opening
themselves
to everything
we wanted to be nothing
As
we realize
that
eyes
and
I’s
Aren’t like fireflies
flickering
in the darkness
They
lie
in the presence
of disappearance
opening
themselves
to everything
© Hudson Biko
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

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