they stared at the moon

their childish teasing silent
their giggles and laughter dead
their slaughtered innocence
made them creatures of hardness
hearts black as dried blood
on a black dog

the meadow around them silent
predators being born
as they stared at the moon

they become masters and monsters
but inside there were just
three little girls
wishing for normal lives

Sisterwives (for Bottleneck Gallery)

inspired by image found on tumblr titled “Sisterwives (for Bottleneck Gallery)”

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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