feeling ashes all the night,
Tossing and turning in my bed.
Until my eyelids closed,
Awakening me to dampness.
In a faint light,
I saw the blood,
I rushed to the bathroom to wash it away,
I scrubbed my thighs and my stomach,
Thinking the pain had ended and I had aborted the past.
But when I lit the room's light,
I found an egg in my bed,
Unlike any bird's egg,
And I felt it was mine,
I've laid.