Brainwyrms

by Alison Rumfitt

I guess I ended up writing in response to it, though, and I’ll never know what sort of writer I would have been if I didn’t live in this fucking world that forces me to write about transphobia.

Screw the roses. Send me the thorns. Screw the roses. Send me the aphids.

You haven’t seen the future you’re just horny and lonely and scared and that’s okay, I promise.

Everything’s going to be fine from here on out, because we’re all in this together, and we’re all ready to open our hearts and accept that it’s falling to pieces. We’re all going to die in pain, or worse. We might not die at all. We might live through it. Hold my hand and come with me into the dark.