Love is a bloody triangle
Danie only wanted to be loved. She found pain, suffering and mourning instead. Two lovers changed her life. They conjured her darkest hours. One taught her the art of pain. The other deceived her, and then committed a heinous act against her. Death found both men. One returned to her. Will he save her? Or will he cast her into eternal night?
Something glimmers beneath the small lamp by my side. It's the broach I wore to my brother's funeral. I reach for it, gaze at shimmering black stones embedded in handmade flowers. I unhook the safety pin glued on black felt. I think of a woman working at a table in an Uptown boutique, pins and fabric spread out before her. I try to picture her face. It's sad, lined with age and her eyes are dull. She always wears long sleeved clothing--even in summer. What does she do when the shop is closed--when she goes home? I wonder if she keeps a collection of pins in a box? Does she take it out on lonely nights? Does she stab her flesh, and then watch blood drip onto her lap?
I gaze at the pin's silver tip, and then run it over my arm. Back and forth. Harder now. Deeper and deeper with each passing moment.
The pain and blood take me back in time.