By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed. I am not fixed. But I am loaded —fresh cartridge, quiet hammer, steady trigger finger.
The ache in my chest? Unloaded. The noise in my head? Cleared from the chamber. The person I was an hour ago? Ejected, brass-casing glinting in the gutter.
Re load. Re start. Re learn to be soft in the downpour.
By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed. I am not fixed. But I am loaded —fresh cartridge, quiet hammer, steady trigger finger.
The ache in my chest? Unloaded. The noise in my head? Cleared from the chamber. The person I was an hour ago? Ejected, brass-casing glinting in the gutter. Re Loader By Rain
Re load. Re start. Re learn to be soft in the downpour. By the time I walk back inside, I am not healed