Everyone does it
had done it
was doing it
We all shot ourselves in the leg
I felt distrust in this process
but we were preserving traditions
The consensus was
we walk around JUST FINE
eventually we don’t even BLEED
So I took a smooth cold gun and shot once into my upper thigh
The bullet dove deep
found a place in tissue and bone
And, it became a part of me
I walked without
remembering the pain
I was
SO STRONG
I was
SO BAD
But one day I started burning