An egg,

Smooth and white and

blank.

What's inside?

I can't tell you.

Let's break her open

And see the truth drip down our fingers.

Not drip.

Smoke, fog

Rises

Swirls and dances.

I can't see anymore,

The blackness is choking!

Dark ash lines the now-black fragments

In my

hands.

so fragile am i...

she hissed.

why?

i am nothing but broken,

Why?

Because I can,

Because you are no egg I've ever seen.

NO

she retorts,

i am every egg you have ever seen.

we all hide behind the smooth

the white the

blank.

I choke on ash.

but sometimes

TRUTH

tastes rotten...