Dip my tail in blood ink. Write it down in red. Scribe the words "Happy meal" Right across your head. — Angelspit Copy Share Image
“I don’t exist metal pressed to pages spilling blood, ink in vein each thought rages Sunlight shooting through a forest of pines… — Abby Musgrove Copy Share Image
When you hold a graphic novel in your hands, you're holding artist blood made ink. — Molly Crabapple Copy Share Image
Blood and ink stain the walls. Silently with bloodied knuckles, I carry on Hoping it's not too wrong. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
