Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

She did quite the number on my self-esteem and psyche, but it’s fine. I’m doing fucking great.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t deserve someone who can appreciate me in all my weird, fucked-up glory.

The screeching cries from the infant gnaw at the nerves in my brain. It’s unhealthy how disgusted I am by human offspring. The thought of having my own is even worse. I got an IUD the first chance I could because . . . no. Just not for me. I’m not sure how they’re for anyone. I can’t wrap my mind around it.

We’re a match made in hell and even the devil is blushing at what we’ve done.