of the road, dripping between her legs
as she deposits her clutch of eggs
into a hollow clawed in gravel.
Her pride is prehistoric while she scowls
at passing vehicles, braced inside her shell
like stubborn proof across the board:
Humans aren't the only ones
who curse their offspring's fate.
Some hatchlings might avoid the cars.
She'll never know their faces.
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