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“it’s the kind of ache that leaves, but it lingers.” (from silent crash)
eclipsed apocalypse.
“my soul ghosts my anatomy.”
fatima aamer bilal, arrangement for eclipsed apocalypse.
all that is damaging.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt moony moonless sky’s from all that is damaging.
[“it's damaging, the look on your face when you say it's just a phase. / although i doubt it.”]
the moon of everything, always the sweetest.
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
there’s a tide in me.
“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.”
save me from me.
“how did it feel when i picked apart sharp pieces of you and held them until my hands bled?
that’s such a sad thing to ask yourself.”
a letter to my other self. alter ego.
i am the menace in my head.
“april blues won’t starve to rest.
what is it about the month of your bloom, wilting you to your last breath?”
for,
my other self.
weeping flesh above the ground.
“the design of this universe is so damned, i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.”
fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.
even flesh eaters don’t want me.
“i still want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.”
— yearning is so humiliating, from parchment.
— fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.
[text id: the design of this universe is so damned / i got to hold your limp body before i got to hold your hand.]
fatima aamer bilal, from in the arms of death, so easily.
[text id: they ask, “will it always be fun, wandering around like a loaded gun?” / no, but i never had a home, so i let myself be taken by the storm and slowly become one.]
fatima aamer bilal, from and we didn’t talk after that.
[text id: what wants to hurt you doesn't need to touch you / and i'm reaching until my last breath / falling in love is an eerie flame / and i'm burning to death.]
fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head.
[text id: and what's the very worst / being offered water when you're drowning or living by an ocean and dying of thirst? / regardless, i have done both. / i have lived both.]
fatima aamer bilal, from all that is damaging.
[text id: there’s always a home. / the one you’re running to or the one you’re running from.]
fatima aamer bilal, from save me from me.
[text id: when did your plam become a fist? / when did the touch of your hand become knuckles against my cheek?]
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 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 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 days where my whole world is my bed.
[my father wanted a national hero, but settled for me. / my mother always told me to never play with knives. i bet she never saw me becoming one.]