Fatima Aamer Bilal, From Weeping Flesh Above The Ground.

fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.

[text id: your name has always been on the tip of my tongue, maybe this is why i choke every time i try to speak / or even breathe.]

fatima aamer bilal, poster for my heart has claws.

fatima aamer bilal, from so this is all i will ever be?

[text id: how did i grow old so young? / how did i forget to live before i lived at all?]

fatima aamer bilal, poster for eclipsed apocalypse.

[text id: don’t you cry / we will find a place to hide / don’t you weep / we will find a place to sleep / we have to lie low for a while, the world we’ve left behind us is cruel and vile / don’t you dare look back, the town’s on fire / run, darling, run / through the barbed wire / i hold your hand inside my pocket / it’s freezing, but we will be fine / there’s a picture of us in my wallet / it’s warming, i wish we had more time / i can’t watch you go, so i will go first / for as far as wherever / if the curse wants me, then i will be cursed / for as long as forever / we have lost the sense of whereness / these trenches, they scare us / it feels like it’s the longest night of the year / we rest our eyes, lids heavy with fear / don’t you look at the crimson red sky / we will get to the other side /don’t you go in too deep / we have a promise to keep / my mind has captured your reflection in a thousand different ways, and i have loved you in each one of them. / the moon, it glooms, it beams, it aches for the sun / the sun, it burns, it craves, it mourns for the moon / and the earth bends between them / sunne urges selene to come and she does ever so beautifully / baily’s beads seal the embrace / the earth whispers, “eclipsed apocalypse.” / my soul ghosts my anatomy / flesh and bones bearing an unbearable malady / i will be gone before you wake up, i will be on my merry way / for i have always wished to be buried since the day i was born / and the soil that envelopes me is my own / visit me on a clear day / when the terror on the streets has washed away and the scarlet foliage has covered every trace of dismay / dear, do you know? / my vital breath won’t enter my flesh again, but i hope to see you. / dear, don’t you know? / you reap what you sow. / perhaps, i will grow up to be a wild trail of ivy, climbing up on a tree. / slightly deadly, but i will manage to hold still and sit pretty. / just like how / the moon did for the sun / just like how / i will do for you.]

fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.

[text id: what am i doing being this tired at my age?]

like autumn leaves, we fell apart from one thing that made us grow. darling, i'm still stuck in places we have never been to.

fatima aamer bilal, from parchment’s weeping flesh above the ground.