Nice guys mill about mindlessly
Trying to look busy while I scream
For help. And my tone makes me the
Cunt. The bitch. But if I don’t spit
And kick and throw myself around,
I don’t exist. And that’s the point,
Right? To suffer not being a man is
To be subjected to reactive abuse,
Regardless of how many pieces you’re
In when someone finally, begrudgingly,
Extends a hand to help, but can only
Make matters worse. That they’ve never
Had to scratch or fight has made them
Useless.
Blayne Waterloo
Blayne Waterloo (they/she) is a horror writer and editor living in Georgia with their partner and loud pets. They write about things people don’t want to think about and produce a newsletter called EW, HAG.
Last 5 lines for DAYS, Blayne.
This speaks deeply to me.