i think somethings wrong with my birth control.
the gyno REALLY fucking pushed for the arm implant, which had always freaked me out because i didnt want people rooting around in my flesh (which i believe is a pretty universal feeling). i caved because i don’t like strangers being disappointed in me.
it quickly became a party trick, people poking, prodding, lightly pressing down until they make contact with the rod suspended in my arm and recoil away.
a few weeks after getting it implanted, i got a letter in the mail:
DR. [REDACTED] IS NO LONGER WITH US.
at first i was just like “……………..ok.”
but when i went to bed that night i couldnt stop thinking about how insistent she was.
“you wont have to worry about remembering a pill every day”
is it a tracking device?
“only a minuscule percentage of women experienced adverse effects.”
will it control me?
“and you wont have to think about it again for another three years.”
can it hear me?
sometimes, when i hold my breath and stay absolutely still, contorted way too close to the bathroom mirror, i swear i see it undulating under my skin.
