Save Me From Me.
save me from me.
“how did it feel when i picked apart sharp pieces of you and held them until my hands bled?
that’s such a sad thing to ask yourself.”
a letter to my other self. alter ego.
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delusion is a prayer.
fatima aamer bilal, delusion is a prayer.
[“i feel so full of emptiness.”]
— fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.
[text id: the design of this universe is so damned / i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.]
so this is all i will ever be?
living seems like a promise that i never made.
fatima aamer bilal, from so this is all i will ever be?
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s laundry for self.
[text id: oh, how i wish i could admire beauty without loathing myself. / what soap can melt this stain? / what water can rinse this dirt?]
there’s a tide in me.
“i think the touch of your hand would make me feel like the waves in the ocean if jupiter were the moon, and there’s a tide in me aching for one last crash.”