In other news, I woke up this morning with a cat on my head and a terrible kink in my neck. Normally there's some anecdote, but not this time. I hurt. That is all.
Load your bullets in the firing chamber, and they’ll fly from your lips, Ricochet and lodge past the scarce armor of my ribcage into this glass heart of mine. Don’t let my insecurities bleed out. Don’t stop the flow.
Pierce my skin with the shards of my heart. End my misery. Squeeze the trigger with practiced ease. It’s the only thing you’ve ever been good at.