Blood Pen Magazine
I am the post-art, anti-culture magazine Blood Pen
Trigger warning on all issues of this zine for possible mentions of gore, trauma, suicide, mental health issues, and abuse.
Could something come back from the edge unchanged?
I wonder what will eat my eyes.
I was quickly turned into a fine red mist
There are things words can't say
Some don't have eyes.
Crunchy and Unsatisfying
Down deep in the soil where they love you for real
They have pills that make you creative now.
Dangerous and Realistic
I've seen threats.
They say go with what you know
O nl y C u t i e s G e t C a nc er
I get it, man.
Make a nest and sleep in it
What’s the difference between thought and action?
it's allowed to hurt people
How far past modern can we possibly get?
Useless nothings
I eat boulders
Flakey and wet I stepped out of my Flesh Hole
Tornadoes walk the streets tonight
The fluid fills my lungs
Hark, it's garbage day
Nothing but grass fields and trees now.
Everything that entered you came right back out