作词：杜韵
作曲：杜韵
My first delivery of this year was an impossible one. It was failing me. Maman ran out to fetch Muilliska. The prophet came to my bedside. She held my Loufo, my upper limb, and sang the usual ritual, danced the usual dance. I wanted to beg her not to. But I was too weak to protest being reborn into yet another cockroach life the ten hundred-ninth time. My shhiulumizh flowed, even more than my last time in the fourth delivery of last year. Although something felt different. Muilliska stopped her singing to stare at my shhiulumizh. She looked into my eyes. In an excited tone, mixed with much awkward awe and fear, 'Girl,' she said, 'your shhiulumizh is RED?'
I was too weak to decipher any syllables by then.
She went on: 'Uodfy, poor thing, who has to go with her many unborn nymphs. Uodfy, you have three more minutes in this life. Are you sure, are you so certain, that you want to be a human in the next life?' Are you sure? Yes, I am bloody sure. BLOODY, can't you see that? Yet still no sound coming out of me.
I felt myself starting to go then. More shhiulumizh came out. Still RED.