It’s all supposed to begin with the first step
The thousand miles or kilometres or whatever: Life.
But what if I refuse to take it?
And stand here unmoving
Clinging to the membrane
Steadfast.
An ovum unfertilised
A life that denies the acceptance of existence
Dodging the all-seeking little worms of spermatozoa
Remaining a single-celled
Non-creation.
Still I will be moved
In the bloody menses that she will discard.
And so I will have made a step
Whether I travel
Towards life
Or death.
Year:
2014
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