Swallowed whole sometimes, shell in tact, in the hope one of them will settle in a womb shaped like an egg cup. Body feels too much like a battery egg farm sterile, cruel an tasteless. Close down the egg factory. No more shredded uterus to flush down the drain. No more walking on foetal husks or niggling at splinters of layer pellets.
Amniotic dreams lacerate as viciously as an ice pick cracks a frozen heart.
Egg Donor Strips of teeth like white bread. Has all the right ingredients and intestines full of grit. Chews anything ends up with brittle creamy pockets of life. Lays a dozen a month. They come out packed and stamped, approved by the egg board.