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time is the best healer.
“and when finally it was time’s turn to heal everything, it stopped.”
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s laundry for self.
[text id: oh, how i wish i could admire beauty without loathing myself. / what soap can melt this stain? / what water can rinse this dirt?]
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 moony moonless sky.
[text id: her eyes were always teary. / oh, how can anyone ever be so scared to blink?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: please be kind to me, dear self.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: mothers don’t bruise, they somehow open wounds they once tried to heal.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[ text id: astronomy hides in your lips. / one stroke and my vision is stars and eclipses. ]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: july 29. if i am a sunflower, as you say, would you be my sun?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: if i were a poet, would you be my poetry?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: august is wounded with longing.]
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 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 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 moony moonless sky.
[text id: september 1. i want to hold you until all the love in my being seeps into you.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: every time you called me your sunflower i ate back the words ‘would you be my sun?’ / not that you weren't already, i just wanted you to know that there is a reason that my gaze shifts whenever you shift.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: july 29. if i am a sunflower, as you say, would you be my sun?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: isn’t it wonderfully tragic? / how i never thought that i would be putting your name on top of the list of ‘people that walked away.’ / but do you know what is even more wonderfully tragic than that? / how i did that while you were here, / standing right beside me.]
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘when god pottered hand i. your dishwasher is empty.’
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s my body is a slaughterhouse.
[text id: my jugular misses your teeth.]