rain

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it was 3 am.

some sampha was playing.

and

the earth was still.

and

the rain was dim.

and

every so often

there was nothing that mattered

as much

as

letting it fall

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro

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drizzle

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it was one of those days

that began with the drizzle

of the sky

half past

the turn of the morning.

with clocks that run.

and soles that chase.

and days that stop.

and souls that ask

what are we running to

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Jack Finnigan

Frustrations

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Fable legs give way to loud voices

that echo across walls

cracking underneath

their shortfalls

at thirty to midnight

As thirsty

lungs

inflate

in bated

breath

Drowning

in

withheld words,

that

somehow,

strangle us

and

throw us,

across internal walls

made of frustration

and desperation

In a cracking room

that’s somewhat

falling apart

because you

couldn’t hold yourself

t o g e t h e r

you only

tethered

on cracks

you created

Because you let your fable legs

f

a

l

l

When they needed you most

And i still held you.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph: Averie Woodard

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home

here.

“here.”

they say.

“you are better now.”

the chains are gone.

and

the nature has grown

and there is no more

pain to store

here any more.

they have given words

like peace.

like sanity. like this reality

is the best

it could ever be.

like this

is the best we could ever have.

the lips

are hushed,

the blood

is run,

the water

is tan,

the soil

is sand.

it is safe.

to begin again.

the chains are gone.

and

the nature has grown

and there is no more

pain to store

here any more.

“here.”

they say.

you are better now.”

 

© Hudson Biko