One Shot

This is life. Wake up and smell the gunpowder. Spin the chamber, pull the trigger. One shot. Click. Silence. And just like that, I win what I already had. An opportunity to continue breathing. Thank god. I guess. This is just life. I want to feel it the way I used to. When one shot was a more pleasant notion, a testament to my skill as a marksman so assured of the bullet’s trajectory safely fired away from me. My source of pride, my talent, my abilities, in which I invested perhaps too much. Now I’m never sure, only that one of these six holds death, and this is what’s left of my life, and I’m going all in. Spin the chamber. Pull the trigger. One shot. Click.