I was telling you to look at these cracks.
I was dropped.
You can't expect me to be whole all over again, crack-less.

I hope you know I'm breaking my back here, pulling my knuckles towards each other.
Trying to keep these cracks from showing.
From splitting.

The first time the cracks split I stared at the liquid that could not be put back.
I stared at the pool of blood that slowly congealed.
Now I monitor the cracks so things like that don't happen again.

It's tiring to be so vigilant. It's not in my nature you see.
Sometimes I catch sight of a single drop of blood growing bigger over the fortress walls.
Bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and then it gained sufficient weight and splashed to the ground.
"Not enough" I thought, grabbing more tape and glue.

I need a holiday.