Worldwide, women started becoming pregnant with things other than babies: small appliances, footballs, kittens, puppies, exotic wildlife, wads of clothing, and many unidentifiable objects... perhaps some not of this earth. Most (all?) are immaculately conceived; most of the pregnant women do not have partners.
At first there is panic. Emergency surgeries. Confusion. Official news of the events are suppressed but there are simply too many -- everyone knows somebody who has become pregnant with an object. Normal pregnancies still happen but they seem to be tapering off.
Many pregnancies are too large to be delivered naturally so there is
You don't think about writing a poem
You just frantically scribble
Before the thoughts leave you
The perfect words to describe your stance
The perfect words to describe your beliefs
Not simply to state them
But to explain them
Multilayered understanding
Nothing is simple
Reasons for reasons
Spawning more reasons
Is it to chase an unknown secret
Or to make sure my existence is acknowledged
Deeper and deeper
Nothing is at the bottom
But I will find it anyway
Nothing
Not the bottom
So I've started to write/type a new story. This is what I've written so far. Please tell me what you think!!!
As he climbed off the bus, I ran to him and gave a leap. He dropped his bags and with outstretched arms caught me from the air. Our lips connected and my heart skipped a beat as he embraced me within his strong hold. My feet never touched solid ground. Our kiss deepened and we were the only ones left, no witnesses, no more people, just us.
"I'm so glad your back!" I mumbled through his lips.
"Me too." He pulled back and swept a strand of hair out of my face. His soft hands making chills go down my spine even though it was over 80 d