Bulletpoint

 Who are you?

A voice said, gun pressed to my temple.

Well…

I swallowed the last bit of sanity I had

A vastness

A what?

A vastness beyond what lies alongside the stars. I am the muck underneath your shoes. I am the delight of your first payday. I am the devastation of your first heartbreak. I am the peace after your last breath.

Who the hell are you, really?

I am your solace and your worst fear. Though you may hold a gun to my head, you wouldn’t be the first death I’ve felt. You wouldn’t be the first one to take my breath away. And you won’t be the last to drop me to my knees. There’s nothing you could do to me that I haven’t done to myself already. In many ways, you reflect me yet I am the only one that can find me.

The hand trembles. The bullets are no longer braced. I swore release was imminent, yet there was nothing left but a cool breeze of nothingness.

Who were you?