aamer

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the theatrics of a sick girl.’

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the theatrics of a sick girl.’

[text id: this fragile attempt at metamorphosis / has left me stunted with a myriad of faces]

[text id: this fragile attempt at metamorphosis / has left me stunted with a myriad of faces]

[text id: a morgue shapes itself inside me, / and i have been guarding the gateway, making sure nobody enters or leaves. / but the dead never walk, and the living could never stay. / what you are guarding is rotting flesh, / making sure that the putrid smell /doesn't reach the surface. / all this should have been a cemetery by now, a burial awaits, but here we are — denial is a disease that eats all.]

[text id: i am running out of metaphors / to hide this sickness in]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘you must burn.’

excerpts from the script of ‘the heart beats for two’, written by fatima aamer bilal.

[text id: i am a body that will always host the parasite of yearning.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i wish to be the sun.’

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing and the hunger for heed’

[text id: and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing and the hunger for heed’