Bows and Arrows

Bows & Arrows - two different tools that somehow are bounded together and work together for eternity. Smiles, tears, and bloodshed follow.

On the right side of her pelvic area lies a set of bow and arrow. Tinted with a shade of black that eats away the glory and innocence of love. The outer lining is a hint of red. So dead that it falls close to the color of the fading pigment of red roses...slowly browning then all that is left are scraps of darkness. 

It all started with her curiosity. She fell in love with a bow and arrow. How she wanted the bow and arrow all to herself for years to come. In her mind, a maelstrom of ideas and plans for her and the bow and arrow's future blossomed. The time came and she could no longer hold her thirst for it. At once, she demanded the bow and arrow to be imprinted in her heart, on her mind, and tattooed on the right side of her pelvic area. 

Butterflies flapped in her stomach, a waterfall of emotions fluttered in her heart, and smiles stretched a mile wide on her innocent face. She thought of taking the bow and arrow to her favorite restaurant. So in love with it, she imagined cuddling with the precious bow and arrow. She wanted to love the bow and arrow with all of her heart, giving everything and anything that she could. Sacrifice was not a problem, she just expected one thing in return. She said, "Please have it stay beautiful." 

It surely was beautiful and the greatest on day one. Day two. Day three. Day four...But as if she was tricked, the tattoo faded and disappeared over night with a burning sensation. Perhaps this bow and arrow was cursed. How could something this permanent disappear without a warning? They had a promise, but it was broken. It did not stay beautiful. It left a burn on the skin. It left a scar of a bow and arrow. What a burn. 

For days, she cried in immense pain. Weeks went by and the scar remained. Trying to cover it up with ointments and band-aids, the scar persisted to stay. To this day, it remains on her skin. But, no longer does it hurt anymore. In fact, I caught her secretly smiling at the imprinted bow and arrow on her skin...I guess it's now that the scar really "disappeared."