sufferance

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i watched as he breathed in

maelstroms of impositions

into strained lungs and heavy hearts

that could no longer live in

deviance of everything they

knew they didn’t want to do.

but still did.

because resignation

was the only way they knew

how to keep breathing.

but sometimes i wonder

if that’s breathing at all.

if trading in the sanity

of our existence

for societal perceptions

of acceptance

really makes breathing easier.

or suffocates

us even more

within.

( faltering underneath

crippling expectations )

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Mitchell Hollander

 

 

 

comfort

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there’s a comfort in knowing that after a there is b and c. that

after one there is two and three. that there is certainty

amongst uncertainty. that we can at least hold on

to a few things. and that sometimes :

those things stay.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Sam Burriss

 

 

 

Elixir (Revisited)

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We poured it into ourselves

letting it seep

through valves

that would

bleed

into parts

of us

always torn apart.

We poured it into ourselves

letting it

feed

the parts

of us

always hungry for

something more.

Parts

we wanted to make

somewhat whole

;

but torn things are never whole

,

their holes

are left

bleeding

seeping

and gaping.

left

unfilled

and

pouring out.

seeking something more.

when all they ever needed

was healing.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Hisu lee

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Heal

Heal

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Maybe our

scars only

Heal enough

to stop

The bleeding

;

maybe that’s

Never enough.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Nikola Jelenkovic

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lost

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they say that eyes

are windows

to people’s

souls

;

yours are blurred.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Emma Frances Logan