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Survive

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Annie Spratt (2).jpg

You feel it in the air sometimes

lingering

in its repetition

In its own rendition

of the sound

made by

swarms

of bees

Buzzing

In hives

that survive

the strands

of time

In time

Still stinging

and ringing

In metaphorical ears

that even after

all these years

Still

kinda

sound the same

Still

kinda

feel the same

Maybe slightly kinder

to ears

less fragile

after years

of buzzing

But the stings

never heal

No,

those ones stay

Those ones

linger

Morphing into

what we try

to be

Those ones

become

our own rendition

of the bee

that once stung

And maybe that’s all we ever really needed

Maybe that’s our buzz

 

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Photograph: Annie Spratt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Constellations

Biko1 Comment

the constellations disappear

behind backdrops

of raindrops

and tranquility

As raindrops

of light drop

fleetingly

into an infinity

of darkness

In patches

that patch

us

together

;

As drops of tranquility

pour amongst patches

of darkness

in patches

of our own infinity

,

as constellations appear.

 

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Meet Hudson Biko/You

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Excited to be a part of this remarkable group! Read “You” below :

secretfirstdraft's avatarSecret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

You let yourself in.

You

Walked through doors

and floors

Covered by a myriad of flaws

we never bothered to look at

,

You

Placed your self

On internal shelves

I never wanted

to reach

,

You

Barricaded your self

On levels which

were never warranted

,

You

Collected dust

in bursts

Dispersed

across the worst

Outbursts

never previously rehearsed

,

You

Went through phases

we called faces

In vases

always held

until they fell apart

;

But

,

You

Were never let in,

You

Never bothered to look at.

You

Never wanted to reach,

You

Were never warranted,

You

Never previously rehearsed,

You

Were always held.

Until

You fell apart.

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