words. by Hudson Biko
often
growing up
after a fall
i was told
to let the wounds
be.
that the best
way for their
healing
was their solitude.
that scars could come
but most would
go.
and i would be better.
it is a weird thing.
for i am all grown now.
and i
try
and try
and try
let the wounds be.
and it just doesn’t seem to work anymore
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Matheus Ferrero
pour everything out.
you don’t always
have
to drown.
in your own skin.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro
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
© Hudson Biko
you have spent years
flowering
this weakness
for you
-the petals are wilting
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Roman Kraft
the becoming is slow. and often. you will not feel the happening. happening to you. but it is there. in the sigh of the day. and the laughter of the night. brewing.
