BE: my baby shot me down

i didnt scream when it happened. i just stood there and felt it.
the shot wasnt loud. it wasn’t dramatic. it was familiar. intimate. the kind that comes from someone who knows exactly where to aim. and yes, my baby shot me down.

in this piece, the gun is in my hand, but the first trigger was never mine. i painted him steady, proud, almost unbothered. because that’s how we survive, right? you tighten your jaw, you look straight ahead, and you pretend the bruise is just lighting.
the background feels like old headlines. yesterday’s noise, yesterday’s scandals. everything fades. except the moment you realize love can be both the weapon and the wound.

some shots dont kill you.
they just change the way you hold the gun.

BE,
February, 2026
Procreate & Lightroom, 3000x2000px (AI tools were used for the background)