blackboards.
stained chalk.
a heart held
bleeding.
outside
of its chest.
you know the feeling
when it feels
as though
you can’t be saved
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Tag: streamofconsciousness
days
there are days
when the shine
of the sun
will ring
in the sills
of the windows
after the pour
of the sky.
and there are days
when the breeze
of the wind
will birth
the oceans
of the earth
to the sea
of the moon.
and there are days
that will be still.
and gone.
all at once.
© Hudson Biko
calls
there is an ease
in the way
the words
fall of the lips.
in the way
the ears
catch the curves
of the laughter.
in the way
the goodbyes
feel less
like goodbyes.
in the way
the heart becomes
still again.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Kari Shea
numb
this is it
isn’t it
the wind
howling into the opening
of the windows
on an afternoon
when the monsoons
of rainfall
fall onto pillows
hanging below zero
as we wait for the freezing
to begin
as we wait for the floods
to settle.
at least once
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Hailey Kean
raft
when the sun
swivels into marvels
of a sky
painted by the late afternoon
we say goodbyes
to days
set ablaze
by the haze
of places
set in tables
served by a distinct
longing for the satisfaction
in better tomorrows.
longing to be filled.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Alexander Andrews
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