The primers are gone. Not the ones in the gun—those I keep polished, a ritual for my sanity. I mean the ones in my head. The first shots.
They say a diary records what happened. Mine records what I almost let happen. diary primeshots
If you're reading this, I finally pulled the trigger. Not on myself. On the ghost. The primers are gone
The Cartridge Diary
Tonight, I wrote: "I am the misfire that keeps walking." diary primeshots