Re Loader By — Rain

I close my eyes. Let the water stitch itself into my hair, my collar, my clenched fists. One breath. Two. The sky cycles another round.

I sit at the edge of my own exhaustion, watching the gray light bleed through the water-streaked pane. Yesterday is a jammed cartridge—stuck, spent, useless. Tomorrow is an empty clip. But right now? Right now, the rain is teaching me something about cycles. Re Loader By Rain

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. I close my eyes