What will be born

Almost down

Every pieces have fallen into place

The time has come

Something is about to be born

After years in the dark, in silence, it is about the see the light of day

But what comes after that?

What will be born?

Could it be that a monster was growing in the dark all along?

Deformed and pitch black, looking like nothing else, dark desires dwelling inside it

What will happen to it?

It will live in our midst

As I have carried it, so will I protect it

It had the right to grow and it will have the right to live

I wish for it to exist.


Daily Prompt: Incubate


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