It will never be the same again. I looked at the mirror and shivered.

Even blinking hurt. Every heartbeat shook my shell. The cracks...the cracks. There were just so many. All over...all over.

The wall...the fall...

I try to pretend I'm fine. Under the paint, I could pass off as any Easter egg. But which Easter egg goes home to cry every day?

Why did I climb that wall? It was too lofty. There was no safe way down. I can't even climb properly. I was a fool.

The fall...I saw the ground coming. I closed my eyes. I didn't break my fall. The fall broke me.

And the stupidest thing? I've done it before. At the very same wall. Somehow I managed to survive that one. 'Cause I didn't get high enough.

So back I went to the same wall. Sheer, flawless face. What horrible fascination was it that got me climbing again? I got higher this time. Oh yes, I did.

And fell.

And as I fell...I thought,"I must have let go."

Maybe some walls aren't meant to be scaled. Maybe there's another approach that's reserved for things other than eggs.

It's hard to keep together when I get near the wall now. The King's men did a wonderful job. But they could never find a chunk of my shell. They searched and searched.

But I know where it is. It is up there, stuck in the wall. That was the only way I knew how to climb. By using bits of myself.

So I'm leaking albumin (egg white)...I'm not sure how big the hole is, but I'm leaking. It gets a whole lot worse around the wall. But I've got to carry on living, haven't I?

I look around at the other now Easter eggs. I wonder if they were once plain too, and now have cracks to hide.

Maybe as I grow a bigger shell, the hole will seem smaller.

Maybe there'll be a wall for me.

But the wall will never be the same again.