When the time came for removal, I wanted to die.
Ten hours. That’s how long it took to reject it; my body pained, edematous. Bright lights and masked doctors. Rubber gloves bloodied in the corners where the fingers joined the hand.
They deliberated, unsure-
Cut it out?
I was resilient, masticating my insides, siphoning, virulently alive.
Purple and red-
Bruised like a smashed plum, they extracted it. Snip. Snip. Saturated flesh, slick with bits of me, slither up my chest, violating.
A slimy, new lifeform to make the skin crawl off my bones.
“Congratulations,” the nurse said. “It’s a girl.”
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