Fatima Aamer Bilal, From Hungry Thread Of Nerves.

fatima aamer bilal, from hungry thread of nerves.

[text id: “you have teeth, and therefore, i possess flesh.”]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from hungry thread of nerves.

[text id: and i am sick of stomaching all the love i have for you. / your name feels like acid in my mouth. what an odd drink to be fond of.]

fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.

[text id: 5. MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME TO NEVER PLAY WITH KNIVES. I BET SHE NEVER SAW ME BECOMING ONE. / 6. I SHARPEN MY TEETH ON MY SKIN.]

hi love, your poetry makes me wanna pull my own face (in the sweetest and most beautiful way) and i was wondering where i could find some sort of anthology of your works? did you publish anywhere or is your tumblr the only place?

sending you lots of love<33

i have been thinking about your message since forever because it truly made my entire month!

as of right now, i don’t have a proper collection because i’m not in possession of that much work, so all the work that there is, it’s here. thank you so much for asking.

take a good care of yourself, love.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.

[text id: i eat approval for dinner, and when not earned any, i go to bed hungry.]

fatima aamer bilal, from hungry thread of nerves.

[text id: in the garden of this tomb, i lay my soul. your altar, only, is my house of god.]