published in

Wisdom Adediji ~ Stillbirth

Stillbirth

The night, awake with silence, bathed in dark­ness.
Blue corn and yel­low moon. Soft palm, unmov­ing. Cold
feet, point­ing towards heav­en. It is rain­ing again, this
time with a dry sky and wet eyes. Effluent nose. Tired
womb. Death is born again. Unwashed. Unwanted.

Unwanted. Unwashed. Death is born again. Tired

womb. Effluent nose. Wet eyes and this time with a dry sky,
It is rain­ing again. Pointing towards heav­en, cold feet. Un-
mov­ing, soft palms. Yellow moon and blue corn. Bathed in
dark­ness, long with silence, awake, the night.

 

~
Wisdom Adediji, NGP XI, is a Nigerian genre-bend­ing writer. Author of Children of the Soil, Felis Catus Press 2025. He cur­rent­ly stud­ies geog­ra­phy at the University of Ibadan and writes from there. His works have appeared on Weganda Review, Blue Press, Icefloe Press, and elsewhere.