"I haven't bled."
She paused.

Now, two tests rest,
neatly packaged in friendly pink,
waiting to give their best guess -
baby or no baby?

Maybe it won't go too far,
turn into a "whew"
or a story to shake our heads to.

But if those little plastic
holders of destiny,
come up with two black lines, not one,
my blood will rush,
pulse against my skin's surface.
A little part of us destined for end,
for end,
for end.