Union Of Death (Secrets of The Famiglia Part 2)

Present-day

The darkness can be the setting for one's nightmare or the sign of one’s escape. There are instances between life and death, decisions we need to make.

Only when we are weighing our options thinking we chose the most plausible of the lot, we have no idea that the selections we end up making, can sometimes have drastic consequences.

Like the people who killed my friend, Ren. They had no idea when they pulled that trigger, we were going to catch up to them so easily. Stupid people. The one who betrayed us had no inclination that we would ever find out.

We have, well, I have. And right now, I am the one with the trump card. But showing my hand too early would not be wise so I bite my tongue. Waiting.

The long skinny brush hangs by the tail end through my nimble fingers as the brown-colored tip glides across the roughened canvas, reminding me, how easy one small simple judgment can influence a vast amount of other aspects. We are the product of our choices. And most of the time we screw it up, royally.

What we do, what we say, where we end up is all part of who we choose. Yes, who. Because it all comes down to you verse everyone else.

Like this painting, I chose the brown thinking it was going to bring a balance to the grey clouds, but all it brings is duller, faded shades of grief.

In the not too different past, I assumed that life wasn’t a nomination of oneself but the rulings of the ones around me. My opinion on that changed, the day Marco Catelli walked out of my life. My ‘take’ on a lot of things has changed since then. Including my interpretation of the word ‘art’. Once a form of indulgence, now my promise of vengeance. How easily is the heart tainted by its adversary, rejection?

Marco walked out on me. Days when I feel a hollowness like I'm missing something so full. Yes, full, because it is all I can feel, it

I am full of pain and

me of how empty I am, and how pale my existence has become. In the darkness of my bedroom I convince myself I’d wake up, I’d be numb, the pain

me that it was just a dream. Yes, it would be one heck of a choice to believe this is a dream, to

nothing is ever simple, and if anyone tries to convince you differently, then I suggest you have your Glock against their head for spewing

dangerous ride just being born. Add in

Talk about someone getting whacked, or your uncle Benny just dropping off the face of the

those things. Because that is what the underworld is about, and we, the women born in this darkness take it up the ass even though

up. We only know one way. And even if you are stupid enough to want different, the men will find you and haul your ass

family. He chose his safety over her heart. It was a good choice, we have to choose ourselves to survive in the 5th State. Even a normal boy figured that

She’s now a myth, a story without a proper face. Some say she is a slave to her parents, who keep her locked up in their home. Others

last interaction just a few days ago. My ‘presumably’ dead cousin, now a biker named Knight. How small is the earth we claim as our home?

twirl my brush, making sure I get the perfect curl around the chair's back. I would

brush to get the corner end of the

every day is a new day, making way for a fresh