By Rain: Re Loader

The ache in my chest? Unloaded. The noise in my head? Cleared from the chamber. The person I was an hour ago? Ejected, brass-casing glinting in the gutter.

The window fogs like an unspoken thought. Outside, the rain doesn't fall—it reloads . Each droplet a chambered round, firing softly against the glass. Tap. Tap. Reload. Re Loader By Rain

And the rain keeps falling. Re loading. Again. Again. Again. The ache in my chest

Rain fills the negative space. Rain rewrites the buffer. Rain says: You are allowed to begin again without having finished anything. Re Loader By Rain