The Bullet

It stung
Like a bullet.
Dug an inch deep
Into the flesh.
The heart skipped a beat
the lungs lost a breathe.

Stung me,
this moment of time.
When you fell,
unmoving into uncertainty. Bearing the lifeless pale
all over your body
You fell,
Inanimate.
Tears fell on my skin
like hot blood on exposed wounds.
I laid there, swimming in my room,
whirling in disbelief, despair.

Then you twitched in your place,
eyeing a shot of courage,
addressed to my vision.
You twitched and turned
squished and squirmed.
Broke the iron needles of time and got up.
Got up to live another day.
Another lifetime.

I grasped your strength and
pulled out the bullet,
screeched the hell on earth,
as it lay on my hand,
Blood blotted, unshapely.
I looked at it
and looked at myself.
In disbelief yet again,
that It didn't get through me.
This tiny pain in my fucking rib,
didnt get through me.
I heaved in my tears
and pledged.
To get up everytime.
May thousands ribs be broken.
And now, the tiny bullet sits on my shelf
as the trophy to my stronger self,
Because when I called,
The universe responded.

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