Life

As she walked along
musing joyfully
about the future,
she could feel
the tiny life
inside of her,
growing by the second.

She could not wait
to see what freshness,
what beauty
this nascent love
would create
as he or she
(or maybe both?)
strode the planet.

Weirdly, she looked down
at her belly,
at the initials
not tattooed
but painted on her skin.

ICBM.

Los Angeles came into view.

She went
sidelong
silver
and silent.

Author's Note

This is what happens when I stay up late watching apocalyptic films on Netflix.

ICBM: Inter-continental ballistic missile.

Reviews

[LitStar]

you have written the miracle of life upon the tablet of your soul

gracing us with the same literary splendor


thanks for sharing


-L.S

[adichie]

Well, I don’t know the last time someone called me an example of literary splendour! How beautiful!!! Thank you so much!!!

Adix

[LitStar]

youre very welcome