Fatima Aamer Bilal, From My Heart Has Claws.

fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.

[text id: now what am i supposed to do with my hands if i can’t hold yours?”]

fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.

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

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 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, from moony moonless sky.

[text id: 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.]

fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: my hands have teeth,]