Fatima Aamer Bilal, From I Would Leave Me Too If I Could.

fatima aamer bilal, from i would leave me too if i could.
[text id: i am nothing, but catastrophe riding on the wind.”
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fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: i feel so full of emptiness.]

fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging.
[text id: there’s always a home. / the one you’re running to or the one you’re running from.]

fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: i am in a slaughterhouse with my head on the altar.]

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: you mistook my graveyard heart for a city of flowers. / my dear, i’m sorry, i didn’t tell you, there’s no home six feet below the ground.]

fatima aamer bilal, from you can’t save me.
[text id: and i said, “dear, darling, your shining armor is rusting. there’s no saving in a mad town crumbling.”]