This Bitch Sleeps In A Coffin (Blood Note 1)

$10.00

Yall love when I talk shit… This isn’t a cry for help… it’s a lullaby for those who hate me. A poetic spellbook for the ones who learned to rest where it’s cold and quiet.

Poems Inside: 12

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.

Yall love when I talk shit… This isn’t a cry for help… it’s a lullaby for those who hate me. A poetic spellbook for the ones who learned to rest where it’s cold and quiet.

Poems Inside: 12

Signed: Yes — every copy is hand-signed by Chai

Note: Each book within The Bloodmire Library is handcrafted and independently pressed. These ain’t mass-produced stories; they’re tangible spells of preservation, printed by hand with care and intention.

Supporting The Bloodmire Library means protecting independent artistry and intellectual property; standing firmly in a world that often asks creators like me to compromise spirit for convenience. Every purchase sustains a space where Black magic, mythology, and imagination can thrive freely, untouched by corporate hands or systems that profit from oppression.

While these editions have been refined for a smoother, more condensed readability, their essence remains unchanged. The stories, poems, and world still beat with the same heart; only now, you can feel the pulse of the press itself in every page.