Pheobe Bridgers - Tumblr Posts
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.
fatima aamer bilal, from sweet saturn. sweeter titan’s my heart has claws.
[text id: somedays, i want to melt steel, drink the molten and fill the void inside of me.]
fatima aamer bilal, poster for even flesh eaters don’t want me.
fatima aamer bilal, poster for 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 the heart beats for two.
[text id: who would have known that those butterflies you gave me were just death on pretty wings?]
fatima aamer bilal from, the heart beats for two.
[text id: you’re poetry in motion.]
fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: but darling, i destroy everything i love. like my favourite cup that i held a little too tightly because i was afraid that it would fall and break into pieces. / it shattered in my hands.]
fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.
[text id: what if even the earth refuses to accept me when they are ready to bury me?]
fatima aamer bilal, from my heart has claws.
[text id: and if yearning had a shape, it would look awfully a lot like me.]
fatima aamer bilal, from october, you’ve left me purposeless.
[text id: october, i am sick of days that you bring to me. / october, i fell before your fall. / october, i have been a ghost since january, and mirrors look right through me. / october, you’ve arrived so hauntingly and once again i wander purposelessly.]
fatima aamer bilal, from days where my whole world is my bed.
[text id: everything in me is tired.]