There are dozens of them–more than what I found outside my cervix, maybe hundreds. Free porn “Sorry,” I whisper, letting her go. As I watch the camera slide past all the pink, ribbed walls toward my cervix, something catches my eye right as I’m nearing the slightly dilated hole that looks even more gaped than it did when the Peruvian doctor did my hysteroscopy. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes when I see that it’s not the womb worm’s phallic head in my cervical hole, but its tail. I think about the four men I slept with yesterday. That’s when I called an Uber so I could get home before I zombie-fucked anyone else, keeping out of my friend’s sights as I slinked through the bar.
