“Please let this bullet inside of you. Open yourself for it. It is cold and wants to be in flesh. You know how bad it is to be cold. It wants to explode inside of you and send its pieces mushrooming through tender tissue, scraping bone, breaking bone. It is lonely out here. Please be kind to it. Please let it find the space between your eye and its eyelid. Let it enter you forcefully there. Oblige it. It is only small.”
A very short story about a bullet. Published in 1110. Reprinted in its entirety above. Purchase a copy here.