Silent nights echo,
Zine pages rustle with life—
No one's here to judge.

Bandsaw teeth bite wood,
Letters cut through paper skin—
Blood on my fingers.

Black ink, red lines bleed,
Words scrawled on walls like scars—
Unspeakable truths.

Riot grrrl scream,
Echoes back from the void—
We are not alone.

Chains clink in dreams,
Waking to find we're free—
Freedom costs freedom.

Punk ethics guide,
DIY spirit shines bright—
No one can hold us.

-- CINDER
"diy doesn't mean disorganized."
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