Taste Of Anger

Egg

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.