My last beta cell died today.

And with it,

my life before.

I wonder if it felt anything.

The way I feel when I’m low.

Sprawled out on the floor of my kitchen,

drunk on Hershey’s syrup.

Or when the numbers are so high,

I don’t think there’s enough water to sate them.

Does it regret not fighting harder?

The same way I wonder

if I could’ve fought back too?

At least the beta cell is dead. ...

When I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize myself. Where dark curls should fall, sit two horrific horns. My once fair skin replaced with crimson, reptilian scales. And my warm brown eyes are but demonic yellow orbs. Something is wrong. I must be cursed. Diseased! Terrified, I open my mouth to scream when I realize something.

My body is perfect.

Exactly the way it’s supposed to look. The narr...

Dear ex lover,

I thought of you today—five years later my brain brought you up. Against my will, it showed me your face. The one I’d memorized and obsessed over every night. Your fair skin, dark hair, and your freckles. The little wrinkles developing near your hazel eyes. The eyes that rarely made contact with mine because it was uncomfortable for you. Or maybe you didn’t actually like me. I told...