Excerpts From My Journal - Tumblr Posts
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: if i were a poet, would you be my poetry?]
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 track 23: pathetic pleaser.
[text id: july 30. my home is cold and it's turning into dust.]
fatima aamer bilal, from but what if?
[text id: i push myself away from you as if i am a burden, but what if i really am?]
fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: what am i doing being this tired at my age?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: august is wounded with longing.]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: i am so sorry for the way i injured you when i was trying to disarm the weapon bearer in me.]
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 moony moonless sky’s ‘the moon of everything, always the sweetest.’
[text id: sweet saturn. sweeter titan.]
fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: i read ‘you see the world differently when you're in love.’ / it's on fire.]
fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head (birthdays are for crying).
[text id: what is it about the month of your bloom, wilting you to your last breath?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘time is the best healer.’
[text id: and when it was finally time’s turn to heal everything, it stopped.]
fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: my hands have teeth,]
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, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: some days, i just want to dissolve in water and disappear.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: august is on its deathbed, and i wish to be buried with it before september.]
fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.
[text id: september arrives like a twisted knife, and i always welcome it with open arms.]
my heart has claws.
fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws (sweet saturn. sweeter titan.)
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: september 1. i want to hold you until all the love in my being seeps into you.]
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.