how vicious
the sisters fight.
claws out,
fangs
armed with venom
full of
spite.
sisters once
sharing a room
as children,
saying
prayers together
to begin
each night.
how strange to
see them this
way.
at odds as
their mother
who once brushed
both their
hair now slips
from her
darkness into
new light.
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