When the bullet hits bone…

A bullet fired cannot be unfired. Hurtful words, once spoken cannot be swallowed. You cannot un-know a truth, no matter how unpleasant. Solid becomes shattered.

In the aftermath, the fragments of my life turned into sharp, tear-filled shards. I found myself bleeding love. Broken. Wounded. Alone. The recoil made me wind myself inside myself.

One day it won’t hurt anymore. But I will still have the scar.

Photo 97426688 / Bullet © Aaron Priestley-wright | Dreamstime.com

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