Bullets

Arte: Marius Markowski

I feel the bullets in my body, most of them bounce back, they fall on the ground, next to their old shells, now empty shells.

Still, some reach my skin, blood pours from my flesh, wounds that will never completely close. Here and there, a big hole, from side to side, some bullets go just through.

But still no one merciful final bullet finds me. One bullet missing: the one that will bring me back to life…