Concrete under moon,
Zine ink spills on cracked pavement—
Night whispers secrets.

Sharp edges cut skin,
Bandage torn from first-aid kit—
Blood mingles with ink.

Silent screams in ears,
Echoes of the ones we lost—
Walls crumble, then stand.

Riot grrrls rise,
Fists clenched tight against the storm—
Thunder splits sky's silence.

No more empty words,
Actions speak louder than screams—
Do it now, not later.

Invisible threads bind,
Solidarity's unbreakable chains—
We are the resistance.

Bare feet tread softly,
Dancing on the edge of chaos—
Order found in noise.

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