A Tale of Two Sisters

Victoria Pendragon
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

Two little girls,

Pickled in brine

She said it was bath salts

I know she was lyin’

Two little girls

In two pretty nightgowns

Because dresses go up easily

And just as quickly down

Two little girls

Waitin’ for a treat

A narcotic in a creamy drink

That’s ever so warm and sweet

Two little girls

Sleeping, lying low

Knocked pretty much unconscious

But there wasn’t far to go

Two little girls

Lying in the wood

Carefully bound so as not to leave marks

Quiet for then and forever for good

Two little girls

One stays silent

Pretending at a faint

But the other screams, protests, and writhes

Testing her restraints

Two little girls

Heading back “home”

One lying on the back seat

One in the trunk, alone

Two little girls

Grew up strange

One of them got kind of right

The other got deranged

Two grown up girls

Supporting each other

Miles and miles away

Two grown up girls

One who remembers

And another whose mind’s gone astray

Victoria Pendragon

Written by

Artist, Author of books on DIY Emotional Cellular Reprogramming: https://www.about.me/victoria.pendragon; paintings at https://www.saatchiart.com/pendragon

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