the art holds the chaos
— Biko (@pb_hb_) October 31, 2018
Tag: spilledink
rain
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
blue
it was about midday.
the branches were low.
a lawn mower
hovered
above the sound of the birds
lined against the silence
of the sky.
the blue
was bleeding.
in
and out.
© Hudson Biko
haunted
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
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