Hysterectomy: a beginning
I almost forgot:
I no longer have a womb.
When I come crying out hard;
Swearing “Fuck!” to the ceiling,
My cunt tightens, implodes under my fingers.
The space where my womb used to be
Becomes a vacuum.
Nature may hate it, but I don’t.
For every time I come I feel a spark:
A flicker of life in my innermost parts.
Something is growing. Something moves.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I imagine a bloom
Of pure energy.
Drawn out of pleasure,
A hopeful alien life reaches out.
A concept that nobody spoke of,
Until they took my cervix and my womb
To save my life;
To give me something new.
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Life after a hysterectomy? Yes.
Sexual desire after a hysterectomy? Yes
Mind-altering orgasms after a hysterectomy? Hell Yes!