Bea Warren


I wish I had a coffee in my hand

but the pills I’m fed won’t let me.

To sit and wish, to pray for

gods to reap the skies,

placing us at the forefront

of the Imaginary.


Osiris resides in my stomach with

a pair of horns, a set of hooves,

and reason to escape from

the mythology we created.


The ink from a ballpoint pen has seeped

into my spine.

It’s a symbol, displayed,

concave, convexed, protruding.


A pill that I take,

therefore, has little effect

on the person in the doctor’s office

sitting across from me

with a cross, displayed

on their chest.

Author: According to most, Bea is just a silly lil fella that is trying their absolute best. They think werewolves are cool, their favourite movie is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and they have an unhealthy obsession with the Insane Clown Posse. You hear them spin their wheels at Ungrained Mag or on Instagram @_rad_boi_

Editors: Willow Ward and  Hannah Vesey