Everything
That made them
made us
As
fleeting
and temporary
As the
dust that brushed
their cheeks
Before
leaving them
In shadows
bellowing
their emptiness
And we couldn’t take it
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nik Macmillan
Blossom I: http://wp.me/p8iCv2-1gs
The numbers trickle
like rain
on window panes
On summer mornings
mourning
the disappearance
of tranquility
and rationality
In worlds moving
across computer screens
like words typed
at 200 over the limit
per minute
Opening scars
left unfilled
by likes
and open mics
On Sunday nights
in bars
that barred
the entrance
of those who had words
poured hard
out of mouths
that could
never control
their role
in societies
we called ourselves
Like words
that stood
dead wood
Because
they controlled
us
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Samuel Zeller
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Meddle
Pulling apart layers of obscurity
/
Searching for semblances of sanity
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Abi Lewis
You came through
dormant minds
that gave way
to realities
nonexistent
In the existence
of everything
we weren’t
And you stared
through beating hearts
that played out to spurts
of light
amongst eternities
of darkness
And I played out to
7.17 AM
–
Morning
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Allef Vinicius
We watched them
gradually emerge
from submerged
pots
that held all sorts
of realities
in microcosms
magnifying
our darkness
against a spectrum
of hope
and benevolence
and we couldn’t take it
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Naomi Tamar
Inspired by the Daily Prompt: Blossom
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