Twins!

Twins brought into the earth,
One calm,
One crying,
Both stretching forth into the mundane and clarifying world.

But woe to the mother who cannot afford such sweetlings.
Woe to the children sent away at last.

One shy,
She does not walk like a girl.
One gothicly differant but not shy at all.


Children tease,
Children soak in the agony to preserve their own sense of health.

Yet the shy one lifts no finger or delivers no threat.

Always is her delegant smile.

The gothic sister makes them go away and on go the years of their lives.

Her voice is not sweet or innocent.

What noise slurps from her seldom heard lips.