A Tale of Two Sisters

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
